Bob, weave, and smack

You strut out into the open store, letting the two shop workers (as the one who saw you has nudged his buddy) take you in. With a smile, you meet their gazes and twirl for them, hiding nothing from them. You incline your head towards your intended destination, the shoe aisles nearby.

With your mouth forming a 'shhhh', you walk as quickly as possible, taking quick peeks over racks and aisles of clothes, keeping the wall behind you, your body mostly obscured except for your calves and heels.

Your two admirers are following from a distance, pretending to check inventory as they go while you duck to another rack, keeping low as you hear a group of college guys laughing their way through men's clothing. You stay down as you see four sets of shoes stop two racks away and your breathing heightens, imagining them coming over, seeing you naked and tied.

A minute passes as the feet shuffle around, and you know you can't stay here forever - eventually, you see the feet turn away from you, and you make your move again, looking up again to make sure they didn't see you, watching as the two shop assistants are asking them if they need help!

This takes care of one problem - wondering how to ditch your two followers - as you move into the shoe section, completely obscured by aisles of shoes as you start to make your way towards a side exit. Your intention is to navigate to the parking garage, and work your way between cars and vehicles there to get to the open parking lot where Crassle has his vehicle.

You get to the back, now walking by the aisles with more racks of shoes behind you, but as you peek down another aisle to move past it, you see your two salesman! Quickly you back away, certain they didn't see you but listening to their voices.

"Did you see her?"

"No - she must be down here somewhere."

"Maybe those other guys found her first - they were looking for shoes."

You gulp, knowing you'll soon be had if you stay here - there's two more aisles to go before you hit the exit. You could try to make a break for it, hoping the workers don't turn around while you walk as fast as you can in your heels.

Another option is to go the other way, as there's a much more private exit to the parkade the other way. The risk there is getting spotted by someone else, perhaps by the other group of guys, who might be less inclined to help you then the shop assistants were.

And your thoughts turn to the two guys who saved your bacon earlier. They bailed you out earlier - would they be willing to do so again?

Your hear footsteps from the aisle you were in before, and you know you need to make a decision, or either have to explain what you're doing, naked and tied in a department store with many fluids lining your body. You spot a security camera looking straight at you and decide