Amy gets caught

You let Amy keep walking all the way to the main door of the mall before giving her one last obstacle to over come. A quick click of your fingers suddenly turns off the automatic door and you smile to yourself as Amy almost walks face first into it.

Cursing under her breath Amy steps to the side, towards the manual door, pushing it open. The second her hand leaves her jeans you make a sharp downward motion with your fingers and her jeans collapse, falling all the way to her ankles. He face flushing red Amy bends down to pull them up, and things get worse.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing young lady?" A shrill voice demands.

Struggling to pull her jeans up Amy looks towards the voice, suddenly seeing a woman in her forties stood waiting to come in the door, a two year old boy stood next to her. "I.... "

Amy didn't get a chance to say any more, as the woman barrels forward, almost nose to nose with Amy. "Flashing is not acceptable behaviour, and I do not wish my son to see you stood there in your underwear. I don't care if you're protesting our anything ridiculous like that, it should not be accepted in normal culture. I've a good mind to call security."

The mention of security gets you thinking of the possibilities that could entail and a smile crosses your lips. Maybe you should make her call them.