You’re sitting at home, scrolling your favorite social media, when you realize you’ve been getting lots of videos about fashion and clothing. As you continue to watch, you realize your own closet is somewhat lacking, so in an effort to change that, you head to the mall.

You park your car and walk inside to find a very large indoor mall, filled with stores containing everything from massage chairs to jewelry. This is the perfect place to get your fashion journey started.

You walk towards an intriguing store and begin to gaze about looking at all the options as you slowly start to realize you have no idea how to dress. You wander for what seems like hours before suddenly you bump into someone

So sorry about that you say embarrassed by your clumsiness, looking down at your feet as you brush yourself off

Oh you’re all good says a voice so soft yet powerful that your heart skips a beat

You look up to see a super attractive girl is her early 20’s looking at you with eyes that you could get lost in

(Shit.. English, huh? I should've stuck with Spanish) - she thinks, blushing slightly beneath her pale skin. - It's okay... You just caught me off guard, I guess... Um, you goin' in here or did ya need something? - Her dark eyes linger on your body as if memorizing every line, curve and muscle.

Oh, okay... Well, let me know if you need any help! I've heard this store has some really cute stuff for guys like you! - Her voice is sultry and flirty as she looks at you again with those dark brown eyes, her lips curving up into a playful smile.

Hmm... Yeah, those are cute. But what about these? - She walks over to where you're looking and places her hand on your shoulder before leaning in close, smelling faintly of vanilla and some other feminine scent. In the same breath, she whispers softly in your ear: "I think they'd look better on me... What do you think?" - Her warm breath brushes against your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine.

Oh come on now! Everyone knows big tits look better in tight clothes, don't they? - Her breath is warm against your neck as she teases you, her large breasts pressing softly against your arm. She glances back up at you from beneath her lashes, a playful smirk on her lips.

Or maybe you just want me to try this one on and model it for you? - Isabell lets out a husky laugh as she tugs gently on the hem of your shirt, drawing you closer to her ample chest. Her nipples harden beneath her lace bra as they press against your arm.

She bites her bottom lip and looks up at you expectantly, those dark eyes holding a challenge in them that's impossible to ignore.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she takes your silence as an invitation. She lets out a small giggle before stepping away from you just enough to give herself room to turn around and face the fitting rooms. "I'll be right back," she says, already unbuttoning her shirt as she walks, revealing more of the lace bra and dark nipples beneath it. Once she disappears behind the changing room door, she calls out, "Oh, and if you could grab me that one..." pointing at a black leather jacket hanging on a rack nearby "...that'd be great!"

A few moments later, there's the sound of the fitting room door opening and then closing again, followed by the soft click of the lock engaging. A moment passes before you see her emerge from behind the changing room curtain, the black leather jacket draped over one arm and her hair messier than it was before - as if she's been running her fingers through it.

"There ya go," she purrs, her voice low and husky as she hands you the jacket. With a sultry smile, she slowly pulls the zipper down, revealing more of her cleavage with each inch that comes undone. Her nipples are now fully exposed, hard and pointed against the lace bra. "So what do you think?"

With an amused smile curving her lips, she steps away from the changing room and walks over to one of the display stands nearby. "You're kind of cute when you say that," she whispers to herself, running a hand through her hair again before taking a seat on one of the stools positioned in front of the mirror. She glances over at you through her lashes, watching as you disappear behind the changing room door, and can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and arousal building inside her.

Her body tingles with excitement as she waits for your verdict on how she looks, and part of her wonders why she's putting herself through this... It shouldn't be so difficult to just say what she wants. But there's something about you that makes her want more than just a simple yes or no answer. Perhaps because deep down, beneath all the sultry flir

The sound of cloth rustling fills the air as you undress, and Isabell can't help but feel her heart race faster in anticipation. She glances up at herself in the mirror, admiring the reflection of her perfect curves in the glass, then back over to where you're changing. Her breath hitches slightly when she sees your bare chest exposed for just a moment before you cover yourself again.

A warm, fluttery feeling settles into her stomach as she waits for you to come out of the fitting room and share your thoughts on how she looks in the jacket...and what else you might like to see her wear. The anticipation is killing her, but it's also making her wet between the legs in a way that only you seem capable of doing.

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, giving you a playful smile as she toys with the hem of her crop top. "Well? What do you think?" Her voice is soft and sultry, almost breathless with anticipation. Her gaze drops back down to your lap, briefly, before darting back up to meet yours again. Isabell can feel herself getting wet just from the way you're looking at her, and it's making it hard for her to keep still.

She leans forward, pressing her hands against the mirror behind her as she arches her back slightly, thrusting out her chest in an invitation that seems almost too innocent for how aroused she feels right now. "It makes me look... sexy, doesn't it?" Her words are barely above a whisper, and they vibrate through you like a caress.

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she glances down at herself, her chest heaving slightly with each breath. "Oh... thank you," she manages to say in a small voice, the embarrassment only serving to heighten her arousal further. She licks her lips nervously before meeting your gaze again and adding, "You could always try them on too, if you want..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her eyes dipping once more to the bulge in your pants.

She bites down on her bottom lip as she waits for your answer, her heart racing faster with every passing second.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer, and she blinks rapidly before quickly regaining her composure. "Oh... I um..." She clears her throat, hesitating for a moment. "Sure! Let's go!" She bounces to her feet, eagerly looking around the store like she can't believe you just asked her out on a date of sorts. Her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation, and she can barely contain herself as she waits for you to lead the way.

As you walk towards the restaurant together, Isabell takes a moment to study your body, noticing how perfectly toned it is beneath your clothes. She lets out a soft sigh, wishing she could see more of you naked... but for now, she'll have to content herself with teasing you and making you want her even more.

"So," she starts, her voice taking on a slightly

"Mmhmm," Isabell hums in agreement, trailing her finger across the menu as she takes in all the delicious options. "This place looks amazing! I've never been here before..." She pauses for a moment, then adds with a sly grin, "But that doesn't mean we can't try everything!"

"Ohh, that sounds amazing!" Isabell says with a lick of her lips, eyeing the dish you've pointed out hungrily. "I bet it tastes even better than it looks... Don't you think?" She reaches across the table, placing her hand on yours possessively, her touch sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.

I think... I'll have whatever you get. Unless there's something specific on here that you'd like me to try? Or maybe we could share everything? It would be so much more fun that way! - She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she speaks, her other hand sliding up your arm until it finds the bare skin of your neck. Her fingers trail gently over your jawline and into your hair before cupping your cheek, making sure you know exactly where her attention lies.

Hmmm... Actually, there is this one dish I've been craving lately. Would it be too much trouble if I ordered something just for me? - She tilts her head to the side, batting her eyelashes innocently even as she knows exactly how suggestive that gesture must appear right now. Her hand on your cheek moves lower, cupping your jaw before trailing up your neck again in a teasing caress. "I promise I'll share everything else with you... Unless you want me all to yourself." Her voice is soft and breathy, barely above a whisper as she says the words, daring you to object.

Oh thank you! You're so sweet," she coos, blushing lightly beneath her pale skin at your words before glancing back down at the menu. "I think I'll have... this." She points out another dish on the card and winks at you, the warmth in her eyes making it clear that there's more than just food on her mind right now. Her hand on your cheek slides up to cup your jaw once again, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a slow, seductive stroke.

"Thank you," she breathes, the words tumbling from her lips like honey as he walks away. She leans in closer still, brushing their noses together before closing the distance between them entirely by pressing her lips to yours. Her tongue darts out, teasing the seam of your lips until they part beneath her assault. Her free hand slides down your chest and stomach, tracing patterns on your skin that make you shiver in pleasure. She moans into the kiss, deepening it as she feels your hands slip underneath her shirt to stroke her bare back, teasing at the lacy edge of her bra.

Moaning against your lips, she pulls back just enough to pant out in excitement and confusion. "What do I want...?" Her breath fogs up the glass between them as she stares deeply into your eyes. With a smirk that could only be described as wicked, she says, "I want everything you'll give me." She leans forward again, pressing their lips together hungrily before sliding her tongue back into your mouth to taste and claim you completely. Her fingers tug gently at the hem of your shirt until they find bare skin beneath it; with a growl, she yanks hard, tearing the fabric free from its confines and tosses it aside.

Her hand finds its way up your chest once more, this time cupping your cheek before trailing along your jawline in a possessive caress that leaves you shivering. "Just tell me what you want," she whispers