Run.

"Quick!" hissed Tikka and grabbed Emily's wrist. "We have to get out of here." Emily didn't like that idea.

"No way!" she said. "I'm going to stomp that bitch Chichi into the ground."
Tikka said, "Well, I'm not sticking around. If you want to take on her AND Dolly, be my guest."

Reluctantly, Emily allowed Tikka to steer her out of the change rooms. They came out into an administrative section of the building. The floor was carpeted and the girls saw rows of offices. Most were empty, which Tikka and Emily thought was good thing because both were still naked as the day they were born, and the few people that were around mercifully didn't look up.

Suddenly they heard Chichi yell angrily. "Where the hell are they?"
"Who cares?" replied Dolly.
"Me! I can't believe I lugged my Fuckanator-9000 all the way down here for nothing. I should have damn well tied them up myself. Come on, help me look for those bitches."

Emily whispered, "Quick! In here!" and pushed Tikka into a big, dark storage room. It was not nearly as nice as the plush offices; it was dusty and there were boxes of files piled irregularly all over the place. There was an empty bookshelf on one of the walls and a severely battered filing cabinet in the corner. Tikka and Emily huddled in the darkness, clutching each other and hoping the evil girls wouldn't find them.