Against the sweet smile, the lady couldn't help but wish to help. She glanced between the gap and saw a small body with a dress slipping off her shoulders. Then, she looked around making sure no one was watching before opening the door, just a hinge, and walking in.
Inside the room, it was messy. There was a bag thrown carelessly on the floor with a shirt and pants stuffed haphazardly. There was a brush laying on the floor and various hair ties next to it. A mirror hung on the far wall reflecting the image of the young girl sitting with her head bent and herself, glancing at the girl.
She walked forward towards the girl and looked at the feeble back in front of her. Against her skin was a cool blue dress left unzip with the zipper peeking out from near her waist. She reached out towards the zipper feeling the cold metal against her fingertips and pulled up. The sound of the zipper sliding was the only sound in the room and all was quiet. When it was done, Wilona turned around.
