Wait in line

Knowing that he may well even not be allowed to go in there, Jamie turns back, waiting patiently for his turn.
Twenty minutes pass, one by one rattled off the queue before finally, Jamie stands at the front of the line.

There stood a tall, butch feminine guard, unclear if she was female or futanari, she didn't exactly look to be the warm, approachable type.

"Next!" she said, beckoning him with her hand.