After saying that to Don, Sylvia quickly turned away and peeked out of the fitting room. Seeing the coast was clear, she reached out to grab a still-confused Summer's hand before pulling her out, whispering urgently, "Come on, let's go. Coast is clear."
Don found himself alone in the dressing room once again and quickly pulled up his underwear, his mind spinning. 'Well, that wasn't awkward at all,' he thought sarcastically, the reality of what had just happened settling in.
As the post-nut clarity washed over him, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake. He quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. 'What's done is done.' He looked over at the pile of clothes he still had to try on and thought, 'Glad I didn't cum this way.'
Meanwhile, outside the fitting room, Summer, still in disbelief over what had just happened, hit Sylvia on the shoulder and whispered harshly, "What the hell was that?"