You and Sabrina head to the checkout counter to purchase the skirt. A couple teenage girls stare jealously at Sabrina as she waits in line while an old man carrying a couple bags, likely for his wife, almost trips as he walks by. Sabrina is clearly uncomfortable in such a short skirt, her hands clasped together in front of her skirt as she stares at the floor in embarrassment.
"Now let's go buy you some nice heels," you say as you grab the receipt from the older woman behind the counter, who tries to keep from staring at Sabrina, but keeps glancing anyways. Sabrina shoots a glare at you and then steps close and whispers angrily into your ear.
"I can't go into a shoe store right now, if I sit down anyone else nearby will get to see right up this tiny skirt!"
You smile, "Well Sabrina that's just too bad then, you'll have to do your best to hide yourself but its not my problem if you can't."
Sabrina has ****, and purses her lips shut. You take her hand and lead her out of Nordstrom's and to the Jimmy Choo store.
A middle-aged man in a sharp, black suit greets you two at the door. "Welcome, sir and madam, how can I be of assistance today?" You notice his eyes dart down to Sabrina's skirt ever so briefly. You don't blame him, who could resist sneaking a look at such a perfect pair of legs, much less when so scantily covered?
"We were hoping to purchase a pair of heels," you respond, "Perhaps a pump that would really highlight her legs?"
You think you see the man gulp at this as he can't help sneaking another brief glance at Sabrina.
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