She hunts for something to cover

Megan cast one final look at her torn clothing, realising they were in no way fit for purpose.

Quickly she begun to hunt the storeroom, there'd definitely been some bags and things that books had been delivered in, there must be something in the room that she could turn into makeshift clothing.

Several minutes later she collapsed to the floor, defeated. Somehow there seemed to be no fabric in the room at all, certainly nothing she could use for cover. She took a moment to take stock of her situation. She still had her trainers at least, and her shorts, while technically underwear weren't any more revealing than she'd seen people wearing to a gym or a beach.

Her top was the problem. The dark green bra, doing a fine job of displaying her cleavage. There was no way she could pass that off as any kind of day wear.

Her options seemed limited. She could just hide in the stock room until another member of staff turned up in a few hours, but then they'd catch her in this compromising position. Or she could just try to run for it. If she took the fire exit, she could sneak around the back of the mall, less chance of being seen. Although she'd need to get home somehow.

Her eyes fell onto a few cardboard boxes, could she use those for some kind of cover?