It's Faith

"She didn't give her name."

Buffy was a little stunned to see Faith, in cheap black pumps, daisy dukes that showed most of her ass and a tight ties off orange shirt(a standard women's prison uniform in this reality) sitting in the back room.

"Hey, B."

"Faith. What're you doing here?"

"Well, hopefully I'm here for several real good orgasms. But I need your help."

'With what?"

"Well, I got paroled and one of the conditions is I make myself a productive member of society. So I need a job. I was hoping you'd put in a good word for me here. They only give you a little bit of money, and let you wear the clothes on your back. If you don't help. I've got nothing. I could never make it as a prostitute, my criminal record would keep me from finding a decent pimp and trying to find a john on my own, well my parole officer would send me back to jail if I don't tell the guy my record and if I do, he'd split."