You are an evil, crazy bitch and proud about it.

A few minutes after the incident you sit with two big bags of underwear on a bench in front of the shops and slowly lick an ice cream. When Eric arrives, he gives you a questioning look.

“Hey princess, what are you doing here?” he asks, “and how did you get this stuff? I have the credit card.”

“I have own money, you know,” you answer smiling, “this stuff was just 35 Dollars. Do you want some ice cream too?”

“No thanks,” Eric mumbles, “it’s too early for ice cream. If you are done, I repay you. Your father pays for your clothes, you don’t need to pay this on your own. Did the shop clerk helped you?”

“Yes, he was very helpful,” you say and swallow the last bite of your ice cream waffle, “sadly he had to take care of another important customer right when I was done.”

Eric nods but seems to not care much. In truth, you paid with the shop clerks’ money. He still lies in the changing cabin and waits for someone to find him. Tied and gagged with women underwear and with a thick coat hanger deep in his ass. You wonder if he secretly likes it. However, you follow Eric to the next shop and don’t think about this pervert anymore.