>>1584135"No, I-...I wasn't sent here, you've got it all wrong!" She stayed squarely backed up against that wall, shaking her head frantically as her chest rose and fell with a nervous exhalation. "I-...ah...I got locked out, and-... my clothes got lost..." It was a half-truth, but mostly accurate... and far more likely to be believed than the complete detailed version. "Please, um-... can you help? I-... I mean, something to wear, even... just so I can get home? An officer noticed me, I think, and-..."
The woman listened to the girl's disoriented ramblings rather calmly... then blinked at her, then smiled. "...that's really too bad, dear... you'd have been perfect, cute thing like you... but I'd hate to see you get in trouble. Mm... I'll see what I can do. Wait out here for a moment." Without waiting for an answer, the door was pulled shut, leaving the girl waiting for a helpless period of time, backed against the cool wall with an arm once more holding her breasts close. At least it was a woman... small blessing, that. It really was getting cold, so she tried to keep warm as best she could, ignoring the mild shiver that made her skin tingle.
Then after five minutes, the door finally opened again, and the woman tossed the vulnerable girl...a damp pair of wrung-up, beige cloth dish rags. "Sorry sweetie, we're a restaurant, not a fashion store... but you'll make do if you're creative. Stop by again sometime." The woman gave a pleasant smile and a wink, and before the girl could desperately utter another word, the door slammed shut, and the sound of its locking was clearly audible afterward. "...d-...dish cloths?..." She repeated to herself in a stunned tone. This was just ridiculous to consider, but-... she literally had no other choice!
