The clothing.

Might as well take a look. You head over and check out the clothing. “Interesting.” There is a costume section, a lingerie section, a dance wear section, and in the back a section for novelty clothing that would probably be great gag gifts, but not much else. You do find several pieces that seem very sexy, and while they aren’t exactly what you were looking for, might be fun and sexy to try on anyway.

While holding up a particularly transparent black lace skirt, a somewhat familiar man’s voice from behind you, asks, “It’s a hundred to model a costume for me, right?”

“Oh, I don’t work here.” You say as you turn around to see, it’s Mark, from outside the office at school, all 6’ plus of him. “Oh, hi Mark, I’m just… shopping, I guess. What are you doing here?”

He smiles, “Stalking you I suppose.” He laughs, “Well, not exactly, my buddies shop where I work on my bike is just down the street. I was passing by and saw your yellow Fiat, I had to see if it was really you.” He shrugs, “Not sure why, exactly, just, I dunno, I mean, you look really nice in a skirt by the way. Still a lesbian?”

“I’m not a lesbian.” Whoops. “I mean…”

He cuts in, “Oh, I see, the truth comes out, ouch, you could have just said you didn’t think I was attractive. Or do you just hate athletes?”

“It’s not that. You are attractive. You don’t…”

He cuts you off again, “So you do find me attractive. Nice. Oh, then what, are you afraid I’m just some hot jerk? I’ll have you know, I’m actually quite nice.” He grins proudly. “Then what? Why the instant brush off, why say you were a lesbian?”

“I didn’t. You just guessed that because you asked me it I was attracted to girls and I said yes. I…”

Yet another cut in, “Ya, but when I asked if you were bi, you said you don’t like guys. Basically saying, go away jerk. But then you let me put myself in your phone, so I was really confused. Saw the contest by the way. You were fucking hot as hell, Lexi, heh heh, oh and I know most of it is staged, I know you aren’t a slut.” He pauses a moment, “Not that I mind if you are. I’m actually quite fond of sluts. Sorry, I’m rambling. You look great. Oh I already said that. There’s a bar upstairs, wanna go get a drink?”