You get a beer.

"Give me a beer." You tell the barman. "I'll let you know about the rest if the need arises."

The Ogre type shrugs and slides a bottle over the bar to you in return for a couple of creds. The beer at least tastes good and cold. You turn and lean back against the bar to view the clientele. Quite a few looked tricked out with obvious cyber implants. You notice one guy, a human sitting alone. He wears a long coat and one of his eyes is a cybernetic model which looks pretty expensive, you reckon he's probably a good bet to be an operative of some description. You decide to go over and see if he'll talk to you.

"Hey, you want some company." You ask as you approach his table.

The guy turns and looks you up and down. His cybernetic eye hums and zooms out, with a click the eyepiece rotates and red lights blink inside. You guess that it has X-ray settings as his gaze lingers on your boot where your monofiliment blade is hidden for a second.

"Pretty nice blade for a whore." The man comments. "And that corset, though it does a good job of pushing those big titties up has light ablative armour."

"Cool eye, must come in handy." You remark. "I'm not a hooker though."

"Then let me congratulate you on an excellent disguise. You had me fooled." The man replies, his eye whirling and zooming out again. His gaze lingers on your crotch. "Nice cyberpussy by the way. Must come in really useful when you're not being a whore."

In a couple of seconds the man's cybernetic eye has laid you bare. The only hidden surprise he doesn't seem to have spotted is your chameleonwear nanites, maybe even that eye can't zoom in enough to pick those up. Though you feel a bit violated by his scan you think this might work to your advantage. With your gear and enhancements the man must realise that you are more than just a whore.

"So, you mind if I sit for a spell?" You ask.

"Not at all." The man says and grins. "I'm guessing that you're new in town and a bit lost? Unfortunately others seem to have an objection. Your disguise might have been a little too good."

You hear the clacking of heels behind you and turn. The two whores from the bar are making a beeline in your direction and look pissed. You hear a shout across the room and see the third whore, who had been poledancing jump off the stage and hurry across the room to join her associates. All three of the hookers advance toward you and stop short, they scowl at you and clench their fists.

"OK sister, time to hit the road." A whore with short bob of electric blue hair snarls. "This is our fucking patch and no skanky Drow is picking up johns on our turf."

"Yeah, beat it skunkpussy before we slice those big fake tits off." Affirms the dancer, a tall blonde wearing just a G-string and high heels.

"Fuck off or we'll cut you so bad you couldn't get a drunken bum in the gutter to stick his dick in you." Says the third whore, a slim black girl with long platinum hair.

All three are bristling and ready to attack. The two from the bar are armed with short wicked looking switchblades, whilst the dancer took the time to snatch up a bottle and break it as she crossed the floor. You pause deciding your stratagy, but before you can act the Ogre barman arrives. He's carrying a huge metal baton that sparkles with blue energy, though he stands ready to fight he looks amused.

"OK girls, cool your tits." He growls sounding surprisingly good natured. "There'll be no brawling unless the bar gets a profit from this. You want to fight you'll do it on the stage naked and I'll run a book on it."

"Fine by us." The blue haired whore agrees.