Tulipsen and Silverman also have some ideas

While the teens sit, awaiting their punishments, Tulipsen and Silverman step in to offer their ideas.

"Yous gonna make 'em take off their clothes, right?" says Tulipsen, eyeing the girl in the denim jacket lasciviously.

"Can we make 'em do us some sexual favors and all?" asks Silverman. The women in the room are all horrified.

You answer directly. "I can't order anything like that, sorry, just clothing stuff," you say, as you slip your hand under the first girl's jacket and squeeze her little handful of titty.

Brinks has something to say about it. "Don't worry girls, I'm sure you won't suffer any real consequences under this pervert's purview. He'll just **** you to go around naked forever or something equally childish and testosterone-fueled."

"Come on, John's a little more clever than all that. Like, I bet he has this one only do hair bras from now on." The teen smiles a little bashfully. "Looks good, honey," says Laurie.

"You mean it?" asks the shoplifter, stroking the her dark locks that hang down over her little breasts. "Hey, I've got an idea. What about, um, if we could maybe do some of these favors the policemen are talking about, and you could let us go with a just warning. Nobody would be requiring anything."

"Ew," says the other teen, "and they're not policemen."

"I'll make that deal," you tell her, "because I like you. Not because a policeman or Clothing Controller is exactly allowed to."

"No one here is a policeman!" shouts Brinks.

"What kinda favors are you looking for, Clothing Controller?" The teen with the hair bra is giving you a dirty, pleading look, her eyes suggestive, her lips hanging a little bit open.

"Hey, I though we was gettin the sexual favors!" Silverman calls out.

"Can I get sex stuff from the boss instead? Favours from Captain Cumface?" Tulipsen finds this nickname hilarious.

Captain Brinks shuts it down. "First: I'm not a criminal. Second: you can't coerce petty criminals into sexual favors for special treatment. Third: I would never suck your dick, you filthy pig."

"Nobody here is a fucking policeman!" shouts denim jacket girl. "And this is all probly super illegal!" You're still squeezing her tit.

Meanwhile, Laurie has been whispering her latest thoughts into your ear. Your hot little accomplice is pointing out that since you met, she's seen you use your power directly, to manipulate peoples' outfits, but she's also seen you use it indirectly. You've given her thousands of dollars of jewellery. You've threatened Ophelia Brinks with her daughters' fates. Theft and extortion are both pretty illegal. If you can do those, what's to stop you from trading people's clothing rights for money, sex, or anything else. While she whispers this insight into your ear, she slowly rubs the boner in your pants.

You finally let go of the boob and step back, taking the girl's jacket with you. Her beautifully perky round titties grab the room's attention for a moment, her bumpy pink nipples hard and pointing up at your faces. She covers them immediately with her hands, which you pull out of the way as you make your announcement.

"Every shoplifter in this mall will now go naked, forever." The room stays quiet. The jacket-less girl rises to her feet to pull off her underwear, but you continue. "If any shoplifter would prefer to have their normal clothing rights reinstated, they can simply perform some sexual favours for the Security staff, and be on their way."

"I have to admit," says Brinks, "it may resolve the shoplifting problem all together. If all I hire is pigs like these, people will think twice about shoplifting here from now on. Not bad, Clothing Controller."

"Aren't you part of the Security staff too, ma'am?" asks the jacket-less teen, mostly looking at Brinks' tits as she asks. When she looks up into Brinks' cumsplattered eyes, the two of them both crack slight smiles. Your new policy is working out better than you could have imagined.

"Okay, I don't wanna sound ungrateful, Clothing Controller," says the hair-bra girl, "but, I was kinda hoping I could pay my debt to society with you, instead of the mall cops." She smiles up at you from the chair and pleads with her eyes.

You have a quick look around the room. There's the mall cops, itching to get their rocks off with teen shoplifters or their busty boss. There's the teens, apparently both ready to trade sexual favours for clothing rights, but would prefer certain partners. Outside the door, there are plenty more shoplifters with all manner of clothing on their heads. Then at your side, there's Laurie, still slowly and lovingly stroking your boner.