Whitney Whitney and her pack of lookalikes stood with their hands on their hips admiring the new store they'd created outside. The cartoon image of them duckfacing was an absolute perfect touch. They all highfived each other and shared lips a little aswell.
"Don't get too comfortable girls, we totes need more stores than this!" Whitney whitney declared.
A stray girl wondered nearby, confused by the scene. "Hey are all of you cosplayers or something? Kind of a weird place to all dress alike, but that's just me."
Whitney Whitney looked at her as if she'd been a witch accused at Salem. "Oh, you don't like that we look and dress alike? Than why don't you try it, Whitney!"
She'd said it only once, this little twerp she was going to have fun playing with and breaking in slowly.
"The rest of me go convert more stores, I'm going to take her to the makeup department and have a little fun." She wiggled her finger towards the girl and implored her to follow. "Come on, lemee buy you some stuff."
The girl nodded and reluctantly followed along while the rest of the Whitney's dispersed.
