(Female Sub) Josie Russo; Joytoy

This might be the highlight of Josie’s day.

The parlor is quiet this time of day, work for most folk hasn't ended yet, business is slow, just her, the city skylight and Gabrielle Constantin, the gentle strumming of that old Italian guitar flows out of the radio and into her ears like wine.

She sit at the window sill, outside is the glittering neon that adorns the buildings of the city, aside from that all is dark, as it always is here, she lives on the lower levels of the city, far from the lowest but also a fair distance from the surface.

Josies always wondered what sunlight looks like, the real deal, that is, not that schlock you see in the vids.

Josie catches her reflection in the mirror, bringing back memories of the person she once looked like.

Once upon a time she was by all accounts ordinary, standard, boring.

She lived a little higher up in the city, in a nice neighborhood where all she had to worry about was is if whether or not Ms Christine liked her.

But, times got hard, nearly everyone in the level got **** from their homes after Xentech bought out the area directly from the mayor, and in this city, if you can’t rise higher, you must fall instead.

Her folks moved down 18 floors that day, to a dingy apartment that stayed dirty no matter how hard you cleaned and she stayed here ever sense.

It didn’t take long before Josie too had to work to pay the bills, and in this city, even if you had no work experience, skills or education, there’s always one product you can sell. Yourself.

She became a joytoy, a profession that could potentially pay substantially more than any job she could be able to ordinarily work.

She started on the streets, until one night she got jumped by a client who wanted her services for free just when things started looking dire she got saved by a woman calling herself D.

She was a pimp, managing a joyhouse out on the east side of the level, standing head and shoulders over the young woman she made a simple offer, work for her in exchange for protection.

It certainly seemed far more appealing then standing out on a cold street corner all night and so Josie agreed, claiming a room in D’s joyhouse as her own.

Time went on, she invested her extra savings in herself, a new face plate, synth weave hair that changes color on a dime and some more eye catching curves.

Now here she sits, reminiscing about a person who died so long ago, a person from whose ashes she had arisen.

Pulling up the time on her biocomp she reads 12:00AM her clients will be here soon, she’s grown to become rather popular after all for her… Oral talents.