Sure

Pulling out the phone you hit the little button to answer, but don't say anything. The person on the other end starts talking instantly, “Hey Destiny do you have the night open? I need an escort for an event tonight and I was thinking you would like to come with me. I can pay the usual of course, plus say $500 for such short notice.”

“Who is this?” You ask them.

“Wait what? Is Destiny there?” They ask.

'So I guess I'm not this Destiny person.' You think, not sure how that helps. “Wait, turn on video. I want to see you. You say and click the button that turns on the video on your end to see if it sparks a reaction from the caller.

“Oh hi, are you a new girl? Maybe I don't need Destiny after all. What is your name sexy?” They ask.

So no real help, but then again you aren't sure what you were hoping for. As far as you know this new body of yours didn't exist an hour ago. But if you just watched your former body drive away then maybe they did some kind of spell that swapped your mind into theirs? “Oh go fuck yourself.” You say into the phone and disconnect. “No if I swapped bodies how would I have the recording.” You say thinking out loud. Then again you also don't remember recording it or even that you could have if you wanted to, so maybe something on the recording will shed some light on your situation. A little more confident that the guards aren't really a worry at this point you simply stroll down the street looking for something, anything that you think will help your situation.

Which is when things go from bad to, well, you aren't sure. A motorcycle engine rumbles up from behind you and a voice calls out, “Hey sexy how much for a fuck?” Turning around you see a rather hipster looking dude with a black cap like helmet on, black leather jacket and jeans sitting on a cafe style black motorcycle with a white gas tank. He looks to be just under 6' tall, a bit slighter than average build and not ugly sporting a goatee and stash combo with the sort of smile that makes most people want to slap someone. A real shit eating grin, as if that was the funniest thing anyone has said to anyone, ever. When you don't immediately respond he even decides to repeat himself apparently sure you didn't hear his genius wit. “Hey sexy, I said how much for a fuck? I've got cash.” He adds this time and pulls out a wad of bills.

The kind of thing that sort of screams, “Hey why don't you rob me!”

Looking him over, looking at the cash, and thinking over how your day has gone so far what do you want to do with this dude?