The sound of a throat being cleared broke her from her thoughts. She looked up and saw another man, this one much more well-groomed than the other one. He smiled at her and held out his hand. “May I help you, miss?” he asked.
She sniffled, looking down at her nude self, and nodded. “Clothes,” she cried, looking at his almost-jeering face.
He nodded and turned away. She smirked at the back of his head, realizing that he was a swine, like any other man she had encountered, but her opinion changed as he tapped his chin, saying, “What sort of clothes would you like?” She then gaped at him, thinking that he just may be decent. He nodded to himself and wandered over to a garbage can, pulling out the bag and emptying it of its contents, then handing it to her.
“I’m taking you home,” he said, turning away again for her to change into it. She laughed shallowly as she punched arm-holes into her sack, putting it over her head.
“Thank you,” she mumbled softly, taking his hand.
He nodded and helped her up, trying not to laugh at the swooshing sound of the plastic bag between her legs.
“What happened?” he asked, walking her to his car and opening the door for her.
She shivered and shook her head. “Don’t want to tell me?” He sat in the driver’s seat and put the keys in the ignition. “Well, alright then.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled down at her, then stepped on the gas pedal.
Her eyes closed, letting her head fall back against the headrest and falling asleep.