The idea of raping someone in a department store dressing room is preposterous. Those dressing rooms are back-to-back, usually have thin walls that don’t even reach to the ceiling, usually have a space under the door, and are just a few feet from the main area of the store where people are constantly coming and going.
Isn’t this the woman who wrote about her fantasy encounters with various famous people? And as I recall she didn’t describe a “rape” as much as a highly unlikely quickie.