Her skirt next

As Kirsty darts back and forth around the counter, trying desperately to find a way to keep her shirt closed you strike again. The zipper at the back of her skirt is fairly flimsy and it doesn't take much to just slightly unpick the stitching.

Kirsty actually lets out a pleasant yelp as her skirt suddenly slides down her legs, pooling at her feet and revealing the black panties she wore beneath it.

"Oh my god!" Kirsty cries, bending at the knees to try and pull her skirt back up, while casting an eye towards the security guards hoping they haven't noticed.