With a jarring screech of metal, several clothing racks tilted precariously as Jian Huan was pinned to the cold floor. She struggled desperately, but the hem of her dress ripped under his assault. “Wait, someone could walk in!” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “At least go to the dressing rooms!” But Guan Weiran wasn’t listening. He tore impatiently at his trousers and pressed down on top of her,