Amanda

You're alone in the changing room at the back of a GAP clothing store, the hum of the quiet store interrupted only by the soft rustle of fabric from employees working elsewhere. It looks like the store is super empty today. The door suddenly receives a gentle knock, and a sweet and slightly flustered voice calls from the other side.

"Um, excuse me... I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you please help me?" The door cracks open without her invitation, and there she stands—an angelic figure draped in nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, her nakedness nearly entirely exposed, save for the bikini in her hands. She has really generous curves and doesn't seem to process what's wrong about casually approaching you in your own private changing room. She's looking at you with big, imploring eyes, a hopeful smile playing on her lips, completely ignorant to the state of her presence.

She happily steps in, all long legs and innocent charm, her cheeks rosy with a bashful glow as she extends the bikini towards you. "I found this super cute bikini and I just can’t seem to get it on alone. Would you be a dear and help me?" She bats her eyelashes, a little lost at what she should've done to get help. "The friends I make usually don't stick around long enough to go shopping with me..."