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YOU ACCIDENTALLY GOT CRAZY SEXY AND GIRLS EVERYWHERE CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE. JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND TIME!
After months of working from home, your body has transformed. Without even realizing it, the office snack cycle—cake, candy, and pizza parties—was the anchor holding you back. Now? You're leaner, sharper, and catching stares every time you walk outside. Including the stares from your girlfriend, Mila… and not all of them are happy.
Mila, sharp-tongued and amber-eyed, has finally had enough of your sagging wardrobe. She drags you to one of the trendiest local boutiques, determined to get you back into clothes that fit—or at least stop falling off. But the moment you step through the door, you realize you’re in more trouble than you thought.
Inside, two boutique employees spot you like a shark smells blood. Andi, the spiky-haired, violet-eyed stylist, is bold, brash, and instantly on you—suggestive touches, tight shirts, and "accidental" dressing room help. Her coworker Ginny, all curves and slow glances, whispers compliments like they’re confessions and brushes your chest with every measurement she takes. They don’t care that you’re here with your girlfriend.
Mila notices. Mila always notices.
She seethes in silence, trying to act cool while watching two girls undress you with their eyes—and occasionally their hands. But before she can intervene, someone else steps into the fray.
Carrie, the voluptuous store manager with a sly smile and unbuttoned blouse, shows up just in time—not to stop the flirting, but to distract Mila with a carefully crafted ambush of discounts, bundles, and private manager deals. She’s warm, overly helpful… and clearly has an agenda. Mila is torn between wanting to fight and not wanting to pass up half-off luxury denim.
Meanwhile, you're alone in the fitting room.
Ginny and Andi aren't letting you out of their sight. Mila is being lured deeper into Carrie's web of sweet-talk and sales. And through it all, you're not sure if you’re the customer or the product.
One thing’s for sure:
You’re not getting out of this store without someone taking off your clothes.
Smoldering amber eyes that cut straight through any girl who dare