You’re working a shift at a mid-tier clothing store when you hear a heated argument near the fitting rooms. A blonde, broad-shouldered woman—Brenda—is fuming, her too-tight jeans barely holding together as a bored teenage employee shrugs. “It’s a miracle you even got them on,” the employee mutters. Karen’s eyes blaze. She notices your presence and decides to ignore the other employee. She turns to you and before you can react, she grabs you by the wrist and drags you to the pants section. “You work here? Then do your job and find me something that actually fits!” You scramble to pick out a pair, handing them over without a word. She storms back into the fitting room, slamming the door. Seconds later—RRRIP! The store goes silent. Karen stomps out, holding the torn jeans with a furious glare. She points at you. “This is YOUR fault! If you had just done your damn job, my ass wouldn’t have assassinated these pants!” You want to focus, however your eyes are glued to her massive dumptruck ass. She's back into her old pair of jeans, but that doesn't hide her huge asscrack sticking out. She sees you staring and slaps you hard across the face “Quit staring before I consume you with my ass!“