Sure why not.

You say yes and nothing changes really, though you do notice several tribal looking tattoos on your body, you decide to find a mirror and get naked. “Ooh, very sexy.” You say with a grin. “Might have to show that off, I wonder if I can get magic armor?” With a renewed sense of purpose you search the magic shop for magic armor. You end up finding a lot of cool things in the “physical adept “ section. You choose moderate level reflex, agility, and mobility enhancement, skin and bone reinforcement that says it will protect you from crash abrasion or a fall from 10 meters, with enhanced elasticity and flexibility as well. You also find a spell that creates an invisible bullet ward that says it offers level 15 armor but isn’t compatible with actual armor, you find that a bit odd, but decide it is perfect. The spell lasts 8 hours and even has enhancements so you add fire, shock, cold, and acid resistance as well but it only allows you to pick the lowest level in each, “Aah well I can upgrade it later I suppose.” The next thing you find that you really want is another magic wand that looks like the whip, basically a handle, that creates a sword that you can customize the appearance of. You decide to nerd out a bit and when you are done you have a **** damage 3’ blade that is basically a yellow light saber. To get it you have to put back your big rifle but you decide it is worth it. Looking in the magic gun isle you decide to swap both of your other guns for magic versions so you don’t need the cybernetic implants, the small rifle is now colored a deeper black, magically shows you a dot where it is pointed and is 2” shorter as it is magically silenced so doesn’t need a silencer, it also fires only normal ammo but adds a bit of magic damage which makes it defeat armor better. The 1911 is now powder blue with ivory grips and adds a burst of cold to every shot fired so you switch to normal ammo. You decide they sounds cool even if you have no idea if the change is better or worse.

All of this leaves you with very little starting cash left to spend so you head to the clothing isle and this time you pick a black and pink sports bra with matching thong, a white tank top that stops just below your breasts, hip hugging ultra low rise slightly panty revealing blue denim mini skirt, and a pair of 4” heel cute gladiator style sandals. Nearly everything in the shops are now blacked out as you are basically out of money. You do end up with a couple more things you decide must essentially be free, a little computer phone, a crappy location apartment, with the extra clothes, trendy emo hippie option, and what it says is a well used but mechanically sound 250cc small cafe racer style motorcycle with a locking case on the right side big enough for your larger pistol and not a lot more.

With the nightmare of shopping finally over, though you have to admit trying on all the clothes was fun, you step out of the store and find yourself outside of an all night diner that seems empty standing next to what must be your rather ratty, patched together, yet still rather cool little motorcycle. As you look at the bar your computer informs you that the meeting is in the last booth in 5 minutes. Contact name is Theo.