Tap that braless Cindy at the shoe store!

"Well, let's try this..." You say, tapping at your phone. Mine dings and I pull it out, grinning.

"Ding!" I smirk, pulling out my phone and tapping back, level 3 popping up on your phone. The cartoon Cindy bends over, showing healthy cleavage as she slides her skirt down. It fades magically away and she stands, her panties peeking sneakily out from under her shirt-turned-mini-dress. The two dollars becomes five.

I wander along the shelves until I spot a pair of nice tall boots. I reach up on my tip-toes and grab a box of them from the top shelf, sitting down on a stool out of sight of anyone but you. I open up the box and look into the boots.

"Oh, perfect!" I smile. Someone's tried them on before, "They're empty! Let's fix that, shall we?" I glance down the aisle, but no one is there as I slip the bottom of my shirt up and shimmy my skirt down. Bare skin meets cold pleather, my panty-clad butt wriggling in place as I shove the skirt hastily down the boot. It mostly fits.

"You're just gonna put it in there?" You say.

"Mmmhmm." I nod, standing and closing the shoe box tidily. I turn to the shelf, reaching up on my tip-toes and lingering, oh-so-un-deftly inserting the box into the middle of the stack, my shirt riding up behind me to bare almost all of my ass as I do. I slip it in and rock back on my feet.

"Welcome to level 3!" I grin, tugging my shirt gently down to turn it into a just terrible mini-dress.