Her favourite bar.

Morgana took the note and hid it in her thigh high leather boots, making her way to her favourite underground bar, which is hidden away in a run down industrial district of the town. Could it get any more edgy than that? Probably not. She went to head inside but was stopped by Ivan, the usual meathead to guard the entrance. "No prostitutes." Morgana reacted immediately. How dare he call him a whore...and worse yet why the fuck did he not recognize her? She was always let in without an issue. "What the fuck Ivan I will twist your balls off if you don't let me in you cunt. I'm not some cheap ass street whore like the one you crawled out of as a baby." Ivan looked a little shocked...recognizing Morganas voice as it clicked for him. She looked very different but sure enough...it was her. "Oh I'm...sorry Morgana. Just you got a new look I didn't recognize you." Morgana rolled her eyes as she walked inside, mumbling under her breath to herself. "Fucking idiot...don't recognize me? I'm wearing the same shit like always..."

Morgana walked over to the bar straight away, a lot more people than usual stopping to stare at her. She absolutely loved the attention. Showing off was something she had always liked, even before unknowingly turning into a pornstar. Knowing that there were men and women who wanted to have her body but clearly couldn't have her was such a turn on. She smiled as she spotted one of her friends, Charlie. She was a red haired slim Caucasian girl in her late twenties, wearing black leather boots, tight latex leggings and a white t-shirt tied around her waist showing off some midriff. She played the bass in one of the regular bands that played at the bar and was well known for fucking female groupies, quite literally stealing them from the male lead singer. "What's up rug-muncher." Charlie turned around, eyes quickly skanning Morganas new look. "Sup bitch. Love your new look. Wanna fuck?" A teasing grin spread across the bass players face. Morgana pushed Charlie in the shoulder. "Fuck off...why does everyone keep saying this is some new look or something, and you know I don't do girls. Not in porn, not in real life."

Charlie looked a bit confused as she turned to the bartender and nodded, silently ordering a couple of shots for the two. "Porn? You do porn now? Is that why you're changed your entire set-up? Came straight from the shoot like some slut?" Morgana groaned in frustration. "Ughh...you're all being so weird today. I've always done porn." She grabbed the shot that was slid her way by the bartender and downed it in one smooth swipe. "At least I make money you know? I made 500 fat ones today just from doing some stupid job interview experiment thing. What a bunch of idiots. It was literally free money. All I had to do was read from this note they had written that said I'm a pornstar on it." Charlie picked up her shot and drained it much slower than Morgana had done. "Uh...huh...sounds like you were doing some weird fetish stuff or something, but I guess if it pays nice. Was the attire part of the deal too?" Morgana ignored the comment, getting tired of having people question her looks. "Yeah whatever...hey wanna see something sick though? I stole the note they had me read. Figured I might as well take home a trophy."

Charlie tilted her head slightly. Something felt a bit strange, clearly Morgana was just pranking her or something. She was known to be quite the troublemaker after all, but Charlie had always secretly had the hots for Morgana. Fuck the goth girl was just so hot, especially with this new look she had. She could see the outline of friends breasts and nipples. How she wasn't stopped by police on the way here is frankly a miracle. Ehh....fuck it. She might as well indulge her. Maybe one day she'd get to screw the teens brains out. "Sure...go ahead. Beats having to go back to getting drooled on by all these sleazy guys." Morgana nodded, her attention slightly divided as she leaned down to fish out the crumpled note from her boots. She unfolded it and held it out in front of Charlie.

Charlie gave the note a quick read. "Huh...I figured you were lying. It really does say I'm a pornstar." In the blink of an eye reality changed yet again. Charlie adjusted her black leather bra, her cleavage had almost spilled out completely. The edge of her areola poking out for people to see. Her hair had been let down from it's ponytail, a couple pink streaks added to the red. Her chest pushed outwards, gaining at least two cup sizes. Her stomach became nice and toned and her arms gained some muscle. She was turning into some sort of dommy lesbian mommy. "Heh...yeah I see what you mean now. Why the fuck did they make you read that when you're already a pornstar? Is it some sort of joke or something? Did they hire you because they know of your job? I mean you're not that famous...maybe one of the researchers is a secret fan or something!" Charlie laughed, crossing her now much thicker legs that were in some very tight latex leggings. Stretching the material audibly as it creaked. Her toned butt begging to be released from it's prison, inviting to be played with. Morgana looked upon her pornstar friend. Not noticing anything wrong with the situation. "Yeah it was frankly just kind of fucked up...but uhm...an easy 500 bucks you know? Better than having that shitty fucking producer **** us to do another anal shoot."

Charlie nodded, agreeing. "Yeah fuck him. Talking about shoots...when are you joining the dark side? I could really use my pussy licked~" Morgana groaned again. "Ughh...Back off you lesbo fuck...not doing any gay shit alright? Just deal with it. I know you've been drooling over my bod for years okay? If you want to see it just watch my tapes." Charlie held her hands up defensively. "Woah woah...Morgana. I'm only half-joking. Jeez...Just saying that we'd make a ton of money you know? Do you have any idea what people would pay for two rocking goths like us gooning out with each other?" Morgana paused...she hadn't thought of it that way before. "Yeah I suppose you're right, but good luck convincing the producer to spend time and effort on that shit. We all know he's only into the boring vanilla shit. And I mean if goth stuff was mainstream I would be a famous pornstar by now and not crashing at various bars and leaching from my friends." Charlie shrugged and leaned back, she took another look at the note. "Well...just think about it. Also that note is a good find. You should show it to more people. Show them how to make an easy 500." Morgana nodded. "I was just thinking the same thing. Why do you think I showed it to you? I simply don't know who's next."