Chloe slid through the open door behind the motorcyclist, smoothly walking to a rack as if she knew exactly where everything was.  She was short, with her blonde hair in a pixie cut and red highlights in the front.  Wearing a black tshirt, sweatbands and rubber bracelets up her arms, and a red and plaid pleated miniskirt, the keychains, lucky rabbit's foot, and miscellaneous danglies bounced on her thigh as she marched along, unheeding of other customers.  Coming purposely to a shelf, she quickly scanned the titles once, twice, then more frantically.  In a slight panic, she rushed to the clerk's counter, slaming her hands down a little louder than she anticipated.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, you were supposed to have<em>Lesbian Booty Call 3</em>today, and I was just looking, and you have<em>Lesbian Booty Call 2</em>, then<em>Lesbo Prison Fantasies</em>.  Where is number two?  Please?"  She looked worriedly at one of the cartoon watches on her wrist, checking the date.