Does Isabel ask for help?
Yes, unfortunately...
Racking her brain for any other solutions and drawing a blank. Isabel took a deep breath and turned to the woman, stuttering. “H-hey I’m sorry to bother you, but as you can see, I’m in a bit of a predicament.” She forced out with a half-hearted smile and deep blush. “F-funnily enough I just realized my locker key is missing. I think it might have fell out of my pocket… do you think you could m-maybe help me?” She asked, her words dripping with wary nervousness.
The woman, who was already jealous that this chick was practically naked. Having showed off her body all day, but now she was really expecting to get help from her? She didn’t respond for a while, composing herself and deciding how she could “help.” The rather petite brunette eventually turned around and did her best to sound nice. “Oh you Poor thing, isn’t this your third ‘accident’ today? You’re just some kind of ‘unlucky.” She said, greatly emphasizing the word’s lucky and accident. “Y-yea I guess I am…” Isabella said with a sheepish smile, glad the woman understood.
From here, the woman confidently invaded the buxom blonds personal space. Which was only met with nervous laughter and cowering. “You know what, I think I CAN help you.” She said slyly. “R-really that’s great do you have a spare shirt or-.” Issy’s questions were cut off by a loud “shhhhhh.” “You know, I see you here at the gym all the time, but I don’t think you’ve ever been here for one full workout without some kind of *accident* happening. Isn’t that something, yea I can definitely help you!”
Forcefully grabbing Isabel's wrists she roughly pulled her across the room to the shower stalls with little resistance besides babbling from Issy.
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