They watch the girls struggle.

An elderly man has stopped in front of them. There he stands, hunched over with a cane to help him walk. With a warm smile, he greets them, though they appear a little worse for wear--sweaty, flustered, quite uncomfortable in certain ways. All they want to do is get home and put on some proper underwear. Though, they aren't just going to shove aside an old person to do so.

"I'm here visiting my grandson," explains the man. "But I'm not sure exactly where the shop is he works at. It's very embarrassing. He wrote down the address but I lost the note. I know what it's called though. Do you young ladies mind pointing me in the right direction?"

Tina and Betty look relieved in that he simply asked for a point and not an escort.

"Sure! What's it called?" Tina asks.

"Coco's Cobbler," he answers. "I swear it was near here."

"Oh yeah! That isn't far at all. I literally got my shoes fixed there like a week ago," Betty explains. Then she turns and gestures a hand in a direction behind her. "One street over that way, next to the big, two-story inn. You'll see the inn first. Her shop is kinda small, but two houses down from it. Is that helpful enough?"

"Yes, yes. Oh thank you muchly." He nods and takes a step forward. Click.

The sound of the two girls gasping is enough to stop the old man in his tracks, which is quite unfortunate, because that means that on top of not noticing what he's standing on, he also doesn't move. The only saving grace is that perhaps due to his age, he may not hear the sudden sound of buzzing from below. They freeze up, just like before--gasping with quivering inhales. Every sound they make, even when not speaking, sounds as if they're being shaken. They can hardly stand, especially after all the teasing before. Now there's a new fear, and that's reaching a climax.

"Ah... Aahh, s-sir... I... Oohh~," Tina tries to speak but lets out a moan of pleasure.

Betty nudges her with her elbow. "Hah! Well, y-you.... you have a gooood day... aahh."

The old man looks them over skeptically. "You as well?"

Tina leans in close to whisper to her friend. "I saw it."

"What?" she replies quickly. "Saw what?"

"The button. He's standing on it."

"That's where she lost it?!"

"What are you two silly girls whispering about?" the old man says with a chuckle.

"Mmmmm~!" Betty purses her lips. It's proving to be too much. An end is coming sooner than she wishes. Not only can she now barely stand and speak, but it won't take much more of this to push her over the edge right in front of this man--right in the middle of the street. She looks to Tina, but she doesn't say word. She's using all of her strength to keep it together. "N-Nothing... you shouldn't... leave y-you're... grandson... Mmm~!"

"Aha. Right, right. Sorry." He takes a step off, releasing the button.

Tina and Betty audibly sigh with relief, free at last.

Then he turns back, putting pressure right back on the button. "Did you say something?"

"No!" Tina shouts. "Nothing!"

"Oh my. I'm not that deaf. You don't need to yell," he says with a smile.