The silver Dodge truck pulled into the lot of the sporting store and after a few moments the striking figure of the young woman driving slipped out of the driver's side. She was short enough she had to drop onto the road from her seat, her heeled ankle boots hitting the concrete softly.
Sunlight lit up the lily-white contours of her bare legs, the gently sculpted thighs covered by the hem of a black cocktail dress. Sleeveless and body contouring, it clung to her frame and emphasized the slightness of her, the deep V of its neckline settling between the milky globes of her bust. She adjusted it with a momentarily smoothing of her gloved hands down her hips and then collected her suit jacket from the passengers side. It was slid on fluidly, hair tugged free of the collar and collected to one side of her neck, its snowy length tousled into gentle curls tumbling down her chest.
When this unique customer entered the shop she was plucking off her gloves a finger at a time and tucking them inside the jacket, with only a momentary glance around at the threshold. Vermilion orbs inspected the layout of the shop floor, her black lashes flickering down the aisles until they stopped on her intended target; the rear corner of the store where a number of rifles could be seen hung on the back wall.
Her boots clicked as she cut a deliberate path to the hunting section, coming to the glass display of the firearms counter. Leaning forward from the waist, the albino craned to see the pistols laid out within one cabinet, hair spilling loose from her shoulder to coil against the top of the case. After a moment of silent scrutiny the Asian straightened up, folding her arms underneath her bust and shifting her hips as she adjusted her stance. Her pale throat flashed as she lifted her head, checking the nearby aisles and shelves for a cashier...