Find some clothes

Enraged, you hide in some nearby bushes, trying to plot a strategy. You observe a petite brunette in a short leather mini and an almost equally long stretch-knit sweater. She looks your age and approachable. You try to call her over, hiding your lower half by a high shrub.

"Excuse me. I tore my skirt and can't wear it. Do you think you could help m.."

The pretty girl's smile turns to disgust as she eyes you in your translucent 'MAN'S BEST FRIEND' sweater and curses you before you can finish a sentence.

"Too bad, slut," she deadpans, walking past you, her nose in the air.