Show him the golden ticket

Before the old man practically shoves you out the door with his intolerant voice, you remember what he gave you last time you talked. You retrieve the ticket from your backpack and show it to him. “1 Free Pass” it says… with a tasteful drawing on the back…

“Oh right! I remember you now! You’re the hussy I found in here with her panties showing! Like a whore!” You wince at the unfortunate truth of his statement. “Alright then, let’s see ‘em!”

You look at him quizzically, unsure where he’s going with his. “See… what?”

“Your tits of course! That’s what the ticket’s for. Show me your tits and you get one free pass.” Oh.

It’s a small price to pay for your childhood dreams, right? You puff out your cheeks in a pout as you undo your bra along with the one and only button your flannel shirt has to offer. The lecher takes in the sight of your bare breasts for about a full 30 seconds before finally giving you permission to regain some level of modesty.

“Nice rack! Loosest morals I’ve seen in a long time though. Showcasing your body for only $40? What’s the new generation coming to?” You can only look away in embarrassment. “Either way, you’re in. The Safari Zone is full at the moment, but once someone comes out, you’ll be let in. And they better come out soon or there’ll be hell to pay!”

It looks like you’ll be here for a little bit, and your only conversation partner is this old geezer.