The woman stops to pick up her soiled sundress by a sleazy-looking tattoo shop. There is loud music playing. The tattoo artist leers at her through the window. You contemplate apt tattoos for the sexy, distraught female.
Time stops and the street is quiet. Again, you yank down her panties and take her dress. Her breasts are fun to pinch.
You also look through her clutch purse. There's a pass card to the small office building next door. The innocent woman had likely just stepped out for lunch. That certainly offers possibilities of coworker conflict and management interference. |