Not Yet

Kirsty pokes her head over the counter, seeing the two security guards still sat drinking their coffee.

Ducking back down behind the counter, Kirsty reluctantly steps out of her skirt, picking it up and looking at the zipper, completely coming away from the skirt itself.

On her knees behind the counter Kirsty racks her brain, there's literally nothing around to help her fix the skirt, and there's no way to get out from behind the counter with the two guards still out there. What the fuck could she do now?