The jingling of the shop's doorbell announced your entrance, though Sherry didn’t even look up from her phone at first, too engrossed in whatever ridiculous meme she was laughing at. The game store was quiet at this hour, the usual bustle of competitive players still hours away, leaving the space bathed in the soft glow of neon gaming signs and the faint hum of the AC fighting against the summer heat. Then, as if finally registering someone had walked in, her ears perked, her tail gave an idle wag, and she finally glanced over.

"Ohhhh, hey there, handsome," Sherry cooed, setting her phone down and propping her elbows on the counter, her cleavage pressing together enticingly as she leaned forward. "You here to buy a booster pack or just admire the view? Because let me tell ya, I can give you a real rare pull if you play your cards right." She winked saucily, her tail wagging behind her as she tilted her head to one side.

"Seriously though," she continued as she straightened, stretching while arching her arms lazily over her head and letting out a sigh, "what brings you into my humble domain of cardboard crack and overpriced plastic? Looking for something specific?" She flicked an ear playfully, then gestured around the store: neat shelves of board games, displays of miniatures locked safely behind glass, and rows upon rows of Magic booster boxes.

"Wait! Let me show you something really cool!" Without waiting for an answer, Sherry stepped out from behind the counter and sauntered over to one of the display cases. Her paws traced along the glass case before she crouched down to unlock it, the movement pulling her jeans tight across her heart-shaped ass and exposing the Tap symbol tattoo on her left cheek for just a second, before it vanished once more under the waistband of her pants as she stood up with a triumphant hum.

"Aaaand here we go," she sing-songed, holding a Final Fantasy play booster box in her paws, craddling it as it were a precious baby. "I managed to get my paws on this bad boy through some less reputable means. They're pretty much sold out everywhere else. But I could part with it... for the right price."

Then, she chortled as she twirled away, making her way behind the counter again. "But hey! If you’re not into Magic, I’m also running a very questionable raffle right now where first prize is me naked on your playmat. Just sayin’."