Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Susie

I found the same bar that I had used before and bagged a table outside. There was a steady flow of people going past, mostly teenagers who were a little worse for wear. I heard an angry voice above the general hubub; "FUCK OFF!" The girl was dressed like a tart; a crop top that didn't seem to have much to conceal, then a long gap showing a pierced belly button to a skirt so short that it barely counted as a skirt. She was tottering along on ridiculously high heels and a couple of youths were hassling her.

What do you do?

How could I refuse a damsel in distress

xxx