As the adrenaline from the armed robbery and being stripped of her coat gradually subsided, Isabel started to realize her situation was bad but should be manageable. At least she wasn't injured or molested by the criminal and as he noted, he hadn't left her buck naked.
Still the lacy black bra and panties, garter belt and stockings, and high heels, were not affording the curvaceous blonde much for warmth. She could easily be mistaken for a prostitute, so Isabel felt she had to find something.
In the dark alley, of course, there weren't exactly aisles of fashionable clothes to pick from. Isabel went to a couple of receptacles to see if she could find a raincoat or sheet or something.
To her surprise, the garbage bags were fairly clean, mostly hold papers and some contained foodstuff. Next to it, presumably for recycling, was a large cardboard box with a lot of smaller, broken down cardboard boxes.
"Nothing that would impress Tim Gunn," Isabel muttered to herself. Scratching the back of her head, she thought of a few options.
One was dumping out the garbage and wear the garbage bag; maybe she could pretend to be a hipster or something if/when someone saw her. Two was basically the same, but with the cardboard box. Three was to search for clothes beyond the alley, though the odds of someone seeing an attractive twenty-something who look like she was about to do an exotic dance would greatly increase.
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