You are about to step out of your changing room, in arms clothes to return to the rack. The shop is quiet—closing time, no customers browsing, no staff in sight. Just a movement catches your eye.
Across the narrow alley between changing rooms, a door stands open. Inside, a woman with long black hair is facing away from you, wearing nothing but lacy cream-colored underwear that traces the generous curves of her hips and back. She holds a silk nightgown draped over one arm, lifting it slightly as if considering whether to try it on. Light makeup and soft lipstick catch the warm dressing room light.
She glances over her shoulder toward the main shop floor, checking if anyone is around—her gaze doesn't land on you yet. She seems to think she's completely alone.
You are standing in full view. She hasn't noticed you. What do you do?