Cart wheels squeak across polished floors. Thick brunette in black top grips the handle, patterned skirt hugging her wide hips — legs thick, calves flexing in low heels. Switches to sheer teal number, fabric clinging to every curve as she bends for lower shelves. Blonde in tank top turns sideways, belly soft over gray skirt, thighs brushing with each step. Empty aisles, fluorescent buzz overhead. No rush. Hips roll deliberate — ass cheeks straining seams, fabric sheer enough to trace cellulite dimples. Another frame: black skirt rides up mid-stride, exposing heavy thighs marked by years. She pauses, adjusts, keeps walking — raw, unposed, pure public tease.