Simple
>My friend and I play a homebrew version of Paper please.
>I get a mischievous idea.
>So I build two booths and bought an old slavic officer uniform
>Wait for my dark elf waifu to leave for her job, as the "High Priestess of blood brood", or some gay elven shit that I never understood.
>Set everything up and wait for her
> She arrives home wearing her "work" attire
>Looks more like BDSM suit for a dominatrix, it very tight fit for her, mainly due to her gaining a bit of weight since we met
When she opened the front door, I greet her with my booth and a "Paper please." In the most stereotypical Slavic accent I can muster.
>She dismiss it with a smile and tell me to stop joking and let her in.
>I nonchalantly reply with "Paper please."
>She get a little angry and my waifu decided to go thru the back door
>I ran to the back door and set myself up for her
>When she opened the door, I greet her with "papers please."
>Now she's really angry with me, no, she's piss at me, I know, because her ears are flapping faster than a humming bird wings.
>With puffy cheeks and a stare of fiery scorn for a pleb, she says to me, " Adder I don't have time for this childish games, let me in, now."
>With a straight but bored face, I reply, "papers please."
>She make an audible "ugh" sound accompany by a frustrated roll of her eyes.
>She take a deep breath to calm herself down and she give me a very annoyed answer, "Fine, I'll play along."
>She began to undoing some of the straps from her suit letting her ample breast free to droop, she digs between her cleavage and pull out her wallet
>Tried real hard to not get a boner and maintain this character
>She hand me an ID, when I reach for it she grab my wrist, lean towards me and with her free hand runs her index finger from my lips to my chin
With a sultry tone in her voice, she tells me, "Now, Ad-, inspector. There more to see if you approve me and let me in, lots more."
>She let go of my wrist and I compose myself to my previous state of bureaucratic mantra
>stamped her ID with the rejection stamp
>slam the shutter(door) close and scream "NEXT!"
>I denied her over the photo been of her less chunky self
>It was the first day, so I couldn't verify her.
That earned me 5 days of sleeping in the booth,a trip to the in-laws. It was funny until the 3rd night.