Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Copy House]

"Would you like that in passport size, four by six, five by seven, eight by ten..." Sandy leaned over the counter as she indicated at the sample sizes with her finger. The customer, a burly mustachioed man in his forties, couldn't help but stare down her prominent double-Ds. "Sir? Sir? Hello!" She snapped her fingers in front of him a few times to get his attention.

"Huh? Whu? Oh, pass... passport size." He finally answered, clearing his throat.

Sandy smiled at him attractively and blew some bubbles from the gum she chewed. "Colored or black and white, and how many?"

The man stared down her cleavage with his mouth slightly open.

Sighing, Sandy straightened up. "Would you like a picture of them too?" She cupped her breasts to emphasize her statement.