Buy the weed and invite Jenn inside...

Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you pay Jenn the full amount.

"Righteous." the pizza girl says, tucking the bills into her back pocket. "You want, I can set you up weekly, or just get you on speed-dial..."

"That'd be nice." You insist. "Hey, you wanna come in and... smoke with me?"

Jenn seems taken aback, but she obliges you.

"Sure thing. This was my last delivery anyway." the black girl says. Opening the door, you let her inside.

"You got any papers?" You ask, looking around your apartment as Jenn follows you in. "It's been a little while since I smoked."

As you rifle through your messy pad, you hear Jenn titter. Spinning around, your stomach sinks as you see her notice your fleshlight. She picks it up gingerly, taking a closer look at the recently-used masturbation aid.

"Uh... I can explain." you begin, knowing in your heart Jenn knows exactly what it is.

"I interrupt a hot date, whiteboy?" Jenn smiles.

"I was just-" you stammer. The pizza girl lowers the fucktoy.

"Relax." she says, in a more friendly tone. "I'm not one of those angry porn-hating radfems. Not no more, at least. It's the 2020s, it's a fact of life now. Hell, I even... uh, watch some stuff now and then."

"You do?" your mind racing, just imagining it.

"Yup. Eden Tanaka, right?" Jenn asks, noting the yellow skin around the synthetic pussy. "Every white guy I've ever dated has had a thing for her. I guess she is pretty cute."

"T-that's right."

"So you're cool with women of color? That's good to know." Jenn says, a note of flirtation creeping into her melodious voice.

"Oh, you have no idea." you begin, drawing closer. Jenn raises a single well-groomed eyebrow in intrigue.