Futa Girls (You are a Woman).

"Oh, my God, I am so sorry," says Travis, massaging his eyelids. "I didn't even notice that you were a woman! Please, forgive me, we've been pulling some all nighters to get this place up and running by the end of the week, and for the last two days everyone I see just looks like a weird blob. Here, let me make it up to you."

He pulls two sheets of paper out from behind the counter. One is large and covered in names, the other is small and pink. He pushes the pink one toward you.

"This pink slip is a ticket for our special bundle. You can still use your original ticket to get one girl free, but now you can also use this to take fifty percent off your entire purchase if you select three or more girls at a time, essentially reducing your total by a significant margin when used in conjunction."

"That sounds like a terribly unhealthy business practice," you say, scrutinizing the ticket.

"Believe me," he says, "we'll make it back." He points to the other paper. "And this sheet is a list of our futa girls, categorized by name and species. Just tell me who you wanna see and we'll go take a look."

You take a moment, considering your options carefully.