She Reluctantly Helps

Biting her tongue for a moment, Olivia looks at the man, and then back across the shop. It appears her choices at this point are very limited.

"Fine," she says with a sigh, "I'll show you."

Trying to ignore the fact she was working without a shirt, and keeping one arm pressed against her bra at all times to try and minimise her exposure Olivia leads the man back towards the front door of the shop, the man watching her bare back for most of the journey.

When they finally reach the shelf she reluctantly picks up one, her face burning red as she's having to stand facing the customer, trying to keep her cleavage covered, and well aware that his eyes are almost constantly locked on her chest. "Basically," she continues, "this one is the most popular."

"And... what about that one?" the man asks, pointing at another, particularly expensive model on the top shelf.