As she racked her brains, Isabel heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. The bottom dropped out of her stomach - had one of her tormentors found her? But as she listened to the newcomer's footsteps, they stopped in front of the sink rather than approaching the closed stall where Isabel hid. She breathed a sigh of relief. Whoever it was seemed to be just doing their makeup, not looking for Isabel.
Fear gave way to cautious hope. Maybe whoever this was could help her? Undoing the latch as quietly as she could, Isabel gripped the stall door and eased it open about an inch, just enough to peek through.
There was a young woman standing in front of the sink with her back to Isabel, dabbing at her lips with a tube of red lipstick. She was pale, with wavy dark brown hair that spilled over her shoulders, and a slim yet enticingly curvaceous figure. She wore skinny jeans, a striped top, and a fashionable leather jacket. She was, Isabel had to admit, a knockout.
She also hadn't noticed Isabel yet. Looking down at the young woman's feet, Isabel saw she had a full shopping bag - with a clothing store's logo on it! Maybe she'd take pity on Isabel and give her something to cover herself with? But the other people Isabel had encountered hadn't exactly been helpful...maybe (a wicked thought occurred to Isabel) she would be better off just trying to take the stranger's clothes for herself. It wouldn't be the first time she had stripped a girl - and this time she actually had a reason!
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