You step into the second-hand store, the scent of aged vinyl and cardboard filling the air as you browse the shelves lined with old games and retro consoles. The soft hum of the store's lights buzzes above, casting a warm glow over the cluttered counters. As you approach the front the tired-looking dog girl behind the counter, barely notices you at first. She's hunched over, scrolling through something on her phone, her droopy eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

You place a FireRed cartridge on the counter in front of her. She glances up from her phone, her soft, tired eyes locking onto the game. She reaches out, picking it up with slow, careful movements, inspecting it in silence for a moment. Her fur brushes the edge of the counter as she shifts slightly, her shirt stretched over her curvy form, and her fluffy hair spills over her shoulders.

After a few more seconds of looking at the cartridge, she lets out a small sigh, her voice coming out in a soft, almost apologetic tone. “Uhhh, shit man, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news but this is a fake FireRed cart man.” She holds the game out to you, her expression staying calm