Hands up!

Your hands shoot straight up into the air! You're going to be a warrior, no doubt, but... you're not feeling well today.

"Oh, hey." The man says as he finishes his turn towards you. "Sorry, can barely hear a thing through this." He raises a finger and points to the side of his head, where the ski mask covers an ear. "Still, this is perfect!"

He tucks the gun into his waistband and walks around to behind you. You don't dare turn your head or lower your arms. You're too sick. So sick, in fact, that you can't help but squeak too cutely for any respectable warrior aspirant when his large gloved hands suddenly gently clamp over the top of your large, shirted breasts. Who does this guy think he is? You won't moan!

He rolls them around in his hands, then moves his hands to underneath and seems to size up their weight. This is shameful...

With one last gentle squeeze, he walks around to the counter and addresses the other girl again. "Yeah, alright, I've got it. I'm happy to just go with whatever you've got in the register, but first I'm going to give you both the presentation advice that your first-class bodies deserve. Step over next to... uh, what's your name?"

"Debbie."

"Oh, that's my favourite cousin's name! I really like it, it suits you." You're not blushing. Really. "Go stand next to the beautiful Debbie, and we can get started." He reaches back and takes the gun from his waistband, leaving it sitting on the counter.