People bustled this way and that in the food court, going actively about their business. It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon, and the mall was packed with shoppers and people enjoying leisure time with friends, and at a table outside a small burger stand, two such companions were sitting and chatting: a pair of pretty, stylishly dressed young women who drew many a wandering eye toward themselves with their striking faces and their shapely bodies. One was raven-haired and bespectacled, an Asian with a tight, slender build and a cool yet approachable manner. The other was a sharp-eyed blonde, busty in a modest sort of way with wide hips and her hair done up in bunched ponytails. They were talking as they ate, both having salads.

"So, how has your work been going, Temari?"

These words from the girl with the glasses made the blonde pull an unpleasant face. Temari grimaced and looked down into her meal, then exhaled in a huff.

"Not bad, I guess… but it could be better, right? I've been getting more jobs than before, but they aren't as nice as I'd like. Haven't landed anything reliable."

"Still have to work the day job, then?"

Temari shrugged.

"I've got money saved up. If I felt confident that I was about to really break into the business, I could quit and focus on getting more work until I catch an agent's eye. But I'd hate to risk it, even if we moved in together and split the rent."

"My place is nice, but there isn't much room. And I'm not making enough that I'd be comfortable upgrading, even if we were going to split rent."

"Cheapskate. But you're the rising star out of the two of us, aren't you? The famous new model breaking out onto the scene, everybody's darling Sarada Uchiha… or something like that. How did it go, again?"

Sarada demurely cleared her throat, maintaining a relaxed poise despite the blush that flowered in her cheeks.

"I don't remember," she said tactfully. "But don't get down on yourself, Temari. I know you'll make it. You're gorgeous, after all."

"But you're the type whose pretty just the way she is," Temari muttered. "You've got that sort of body that's drop-dead sexy with just average sized tits."

"It's in the legs," Sarada said. "And my ass is very good."

"Yeah," Temari said. "You're so tight. Bah! But everyone I talk to, I hear the same thing. 'Maybe if your boobs were a little bigger.'" She glowered and bit the straw of her drink. "Tch… Don't I already have a good rack? The whole reason I got into modeling in the first place was that everyone has told me for years what nice tits I have. They're friggin' double-D's! And I'm in great shape, too!"

"You are, you are," said Sarada soothingly, patting her friend on the shoulder. "They're wonderful breasts, in my opinion."

"So why the hell should I need to make them even bigger?" Temari muttered. "I mean… I won't pretend I haven't thought about it. They're already really good, but I could see maybe making them even better. But if I did, I'd want it to be for myself! Not because some assholes think the tits I have now aren't good enough for a modeling career."

"I know what you mean," Sarada said. "I had a few people suggest breast enhancement to me as well before I got my breakthrough. And… honestly, I did get a little work done on them."

"Really?" Temari's eyes widened, and she squinted at her friend's chest. "I never noticed."

"It wasn't much. Just a touch up. You know, to even them out a little."

"Does that even count as getting them enhanced? Not making them any bigger?"

"I mean, I did get them a little bigger. But I didn't want it to stand out, you know?"

"Sure, I get it." Temari hummed. "Still… I don't know. It always seemed like kind of a trashy thing to do, to me. The kind of chick who gets a boob job is sort of a joke, right?"

"It depends on the quality of the work, I think," said Sarada diplomatically. "And the reasons for doing it. Modeling is a really difficult career, and you need whatever edge you can get. I mean, it's best for your looks to be as natural as possible, but only if you're naturally hot. Diet and exercise can only take a girl so far."

"True," Temari said. "But it's not like my tits are small. They're bigger than yours!"

"Well, you're also a bit taller than me," Sarada said. "And you have the sort of body that looks like its made for really big tits."

"Are you calling me fat?"

Sarada rolled her eyes.

"Of course not. But you're a curvy sort of girl. Still in the right range for a properly successful model, but… well, I don't know. I can just really easily picture bigger tits looking nice on you."

"Yeah…" Temari hummed. "Well, I get what you're saying. I can picture the same thing. And even if it wasn't for my career, I might consider it… Guys really like big tits, after all. The bigger the better, right? When it's time for sex."

"A good body overall matters more than big tits, I think," Sarada said. "But I get what you mean. Do you have someone in mind you'd want to get the work done for, then?"

"No, not specifically," Temari said. "But I know my type, right?"

"Any guy that will have you?"

The blonde laughed at this friendly jibe.

"I'm not that easy!" she said. "I mean, I know I'm a slut of course, but I'm not THAT much of a slut."

"No, sure." Sarada smirked. "He has to be handsome first, right?"

"Obviously!" Temari chuckled. "But that's the only thing that matters."

"You slut," said Sarada fondly. "Well, if you do even happen find a really nice stud, don't be stingy. I'm not as shameless as you, so it's harder for me to invite a hot guy for some fun. And if he's really good, I might even put in a nice word for you with my agent."

"Hah. Well, if I find someone that good, I'll be sure to let you know." Temari smiled. "Mm… But maybe I will go in and get some work done. Use that money I've saved up to touch up my tits and make them into real bombshells. Do you know of anyone good?"

"Sakura Uzumaki," Sarada said without missing a beat. "Well, she goes by Dr. Haruno on her promotional stuff. But she's really good, especially for the price she charges. She's the best quality you can get without the prices getting ridiculous. Not that she's cheap, but it's a reasonable rate."

"Sure," said Temari. "Is she the one who did your work?"

"Yeah." Sarada nodded. "She's really professional. Polished and respectable. Not a superstar, but I honestly think she's better than most of the more famous plastic surgeons out there."

"If you're recommending her that highly, she MUST be good." Temari nodded. "Maybe I'll check her place out then. You have the address?"

"I'd have to look it up quick," Sarada said. "But yeah, I can give you the place and the number to call to set up an appointment." She took out her phone and looked up the information. "Here. You can give them a call whenever you're ready."

Temari looked at the number, copied it down for future reference, then took out her own phone and immediately dialed it.

"Hi," she said. "So I was thinking about setting up an appointment…"