You panic, since it is a man who owns the store...

Heat rises to your cheeks as you notice that a man was the owner of the store. Because of the classy atmosphere of the store, you presumed the owner to be a woman. Unfortunately, the pudgy, geeky-looking guy staring at your busom was the propriator. Although you have nothing against men, (quite the contrary in fact!) having one helping you with the purchase of intimate apperral is a bit off-putting.

"Um, I was, uh, just looking," you mutter with a blush. You turn around and pretend to look at some other items, trying not to seem rude.

"We have an excellent selection on push-up bras, not that you need it!" he laughs with a snort.

You roll your eyes and decide to leave the store. Although the merchandise was of extremely high quality, the goofy owner was getting on your nerves. Plus, his line of sight never seemed to travel above your neckline.

"I was actually just browsing," you say, smiling and backing out towards the door at the same time. "I got to go..."

The man sighs sadly, pushing up his glasses further up the bridge of his bulbous nose. "How unfortunate... you're just like all the rest. I thought a beauty like you would see through my looks and find my inner hunk. Oh well. I guess it isn't a total loss. I can always add you to my collection..."

He then stares into your eyes, and says in a hypnotic voice, "YOU ARE GETTING VEEEERRRY SLEEEPY...." He waves his skinny arms around for effect.