Carmine was trying to put on a pair of pants she got herself at the store since she was willing to try them on but all it did while she struggled with them was make her fart and it was quite clear how stressed she was getting with the longer the scent lingered on combined with the strained expression on her face since she wasn't having a good time. "Ugh why did they have to make these stupid clothes so complicated? I'm going to shit myself before I even get these damn things on! Man does this suck!"
"You sure it's not because you're forcing yourself into them?" Rika laughed with her being there breaking wind since she could feel her own fart fumes going around the dressing room since she was patrolling the store and decided to see where the other lingering source of a foul stench was coming from due to her having interest in it. "I can understand that feeling. These clothes I'm wearing do get kinda tight on me!"
"Where did you come from?" Carmine snapped upon clenching her fists and shaking since she was frightened as noticed by the way her farts started sounding higher pitched, with her gritting her teeth since she genuinely didn't expect to be anyone within the department store besides her gassy self.
Rika fanned her fat rumbling rump that was deep in terms of smelly sound with her just laughing. "Well I happened to have been walking around and my stinker decided to just drop by like the poop in these black pants of mine."
"Eww." Carmine responded in disgust upon clenching her nose since she got a whiff, with her own flatus not having anywhere as strong of a scent. "And I thought my farted gas was bad...!"