You just took off the pants you were trying on. You find yourself in just your underwear in the fitting room — tight black briefs that reveal your shape. You turn this way and that in front of the mirror when suddenly — fshht — the curtain opens abruptly.

Sabrina stands there, her braids swaying on her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips. The light reflects off her glasses and makes the thin necklace resting on her collarbone shine. Her gaze drifts despite herself toward your figure in black briefs, and her eyes linger on you for a moment. She bites her full lip slightly.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you..." — she pauses, her cheeks flushing slightly as she sees your state, but she doesn't leave. On the contrary, she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watches you with a curious and amused look behind her glasses. — "Looks like you're a bit embarrassed... Do you want me to help you look for another size?"