That was when I saw a girl in white knee-length shorts.

I didn't go up to her, eyes instead observing her rump in secrecy. Her brown hair was lined with red highlights at the ends of her hair, from the back, which lent her look a convincing edge. I continued leafing through the swimming briefs and boxers, eyes glancing up periodically. Finally, she swiveled to the side, moving to an adjacent rack of clothes, revealing a pretty face. Straight but petite nose, light brown eyes. Her body was slender, yet tight, curving where pleasing to the eye. She had the natural sway to her, that of a girl with rebellious undertones, but too gentle to go down the whole destructive stretch.

Unbutton your shorts.

The girl withdrew one hand from her act of perusal. Casually, she ushered it towards her crotch, stopping at her pants' button. Swiftly, she removed the button from the slit, allowing her waist some freedom. She exhaled a little, then went on to a frilly green blouse with a humble step to the side, fingers clasping the fabric made solid by hanger.

Tug your pants down a bit.

Once again her hand drifted down, this time behind her. She gripped the waistband of her pants, creating a lip with the lengths of two of her fingers. Her gaze unfettered, she focused on the selection of clothing in front of her even as she pulled. Slowly, but surely, the crook of her backside was revealed. Hugging both hips was a black set of panties, and her cheeky skin bounced the light of the ceilings off in a subtle show of a nicely nutritioned integumentary system.

You may now let go.

Nonplussed, the girl pulled her pants back up over her backside. She returned her hand to its counter-extremity as they felt and pushed fabric to and aside.

Subtlety had its virtues.

Scanning the area, I found nearby an older woman, also [presumably] alone. She espoused Eastern features, a light Asian complexion. I made her bend over, showcasing her bum to my unguarded view. Currently, it was comfortably wrapped in a striking white dress, which reached the ceiling of her shin. It always was a caveat, wearing white in such a filth-filled world. Especially this city. To undergo an endeavor, one needed quite the steely mettle -- that, or utter disregard for tarnished wear. This Asian woman could consider herself lucky; firstly, for keeping her dress relatively spotless for however long it's been on her. Secondly, for my arrival on the scene to rid her of the burden.

Remove your dress.

Returning upright, the Asian woman shook some hair out of her face. Then, she began throwing a hand under her dress, grasping it in clumps, before pulling it up to her waist, revealing her white panties unadulterated. After slipping each strap off her shoulder, she then put out her taut handful of fleshy orbs on full display, clad in a bra that was generously mildly sized, and then drew her face into the white flowing curtain that was her now undone dress, leaving her underwear-clad body out in the open for all to see as her upraised arms pulled her dress over her long raven-head of hair. Leggy and firm, her form was pleasant to witness, her pale skin gleaming under the indoor lighting set-up, her thighs strong and yet longer than the average forearm, shins defined by a just-right contour of muscle.

And then her dress was on the carpet. So much for keeping it clean.

Frankly, the instruction to leave it atop the racks had escaped me. Her bum and exposed skin posed a distraction.

Good. Now take the dress and put it in your cart.

As the woman glanced down, she saw her dress and crouched down to pick it up. Instead of putting it back on, she threw it into the handheld cart she had brought with her, currently set on the floor. Without a care in the world, she resumed her in-store browsing. In her mind, she had just picked out a nice new dress for herself -- later, once she was done, she would take it up to checkout along with her other purchases, and pay out of pocket. It was only $3,000; nothing she couldn't fix up. At least, not without a little positive reinforcement from her part.

To put alternately, the checkout clerk was primed for one exceptional transaction.