Option A... or Option B? (Patreon)

She saunters out of the fitting room with nothing but her pink ribbony lingerie on, waving around some shirts that wouldn't even fit her nipples, let alone her torso.

"A or B?" she asks, raising the respective options up. You wonder if it's even for her, but she's the one parading around barely naked in the store for all to see.

You squint and bob your head around, trying to see option B behind her gigantic boob. Eventually you give up.

"Let's just take 'em both."