Sell some photos.

The market district is crowded, especially at this time of the day. There are stalls selling all sorts of produce, weapons, armour, trinkets, and all sorts of various other crafts. It's going to be a challenge just to get people's attention, especially without any sort of display or anything, But the two of you stand in an open area near a wooden fence. So far, nobody is even glancing over, though it's time to act the part of a merchant. This is certainly a new experience--playing the role of an NPC you've seen so many times before. But this isn't a game.

Lithvir leans on the fence with the photographs stacked in her arms. The two of you used all the paper you could find, which isn't all that many, but you printed small, medium, and large images, using all the different shots you got of Teeka before. None of them are giant, as the printer simply isn't big enough, but perhaps one day you'll be able to sell huge wall-scroll-sized shots to people, especially if the YiivCam gets an upgrade.

"Amazing pictures known as photographs here for sale!" you announce. "Life-like images of a local dancer known as Sweet Bun. Just take a look, and your mind will be blown, I guarantee it!" This is really nerve-wracking.

People barely look over still.

You sigh. "Nice chest, adorable outfit, perky butt! This rabbit posed just for you, and for a small price, own a shot to have with you always."

"Huh?" a young man says. His eyes lock onto Sabariel first a moment before he turns his attention to you. "What did you just say?"

He has rabbit ears as well. Teal hair hangs to his shoulders while he ties up the back into a ponytail. His outfit is rather plain--a dark green tunic over a white undershirt, and a pair of brown pants leading onto leather boots. Though you can see a small bump on his lower back where his fluffy tail is hiding.

"That's right. Just look," you say as you hold out a larger photograph of the girl cutely posing with her cute rear perked up as she peeks behind.

"Holy crap!" he shouts. "How... How did you make this?"

"That's a trade secret. More importantly, have a look at these," you say as take a few more from your assistant and spread them out like playing cards--bust shots, idol-like poses, they're something to behold, especially in a world such as this one.

His face flushes as he reaches out to touch. "C-Can I look at this one?" He accepts one of the photographs that zooms in more closely on her chest. It's centered very well, and the lighting over the perky curves of her tits is captivating. They almost seem to shine. Her frilly outfit isn't the most risqué thing you've seen, but in this particular shot, she's bending over a generous amount. "Who did you say this is, man?"

"Teeka, also known as Sweet Bun. She's an entertainer that just came to town."

"I'll take this one... and that one! Wait, how much are these?"

Your prices aren't cheap. While it isn't selling jewellery, something this unique and special can't be sold for coppers. You start a little bit lower, due to them being the first printing of their kind, and to grab people in, but selling a few of these will feed you for awhile.

After a brief discussion of prices versus size, he purses his lips. "I'll take this chest one for sure, but oh man I want this one too. She's so cute. Is there anyway you can shoot me a deal on a third one? I don't quite have enough... Wow. Look at her body. That belly..."

This guy can't look away from them. "How about this? I'll give you a deal on the third if you do something for me."

"Anything!"

"Tell other people about my shop."

"Oh you bet I will! I know a lot of guys who would love to buy these. I don't think you'll have enough!"

You smile wide. "That works for me."

The bunnyfolk reaches out his hand. "My name's Skip. And you've got yourself a deal and a customer, my friend."

You grab his hand and shake it firmly. "Todd. That's good to hear."

Lithvir giggles with a wide smile across her face. "This is so nice. I am so happy that you found somebody who enjoys these photographs after all."

Skip glances to her and then back to you before leaning in to whisper, "You don't have any of her, do you?"

"Sorry. I don't," you reply.