Reminder of an old friend.

Jeannie showed off the form she chose. She was naked in the store, but carried herself like it wasn't an issue. She chose the form of a black woman that if you had to describe it shortly, resembled an African Alt-Amazon. Her tall coffee-colored body was adorned in many gold and silver bracelets, a necklace that, in the place of beads, had small squares of gold, and while her nipples weren't pierced exactly, it's as though the earlier pasties had changed to some sort of jewelry that was held up by the nipple and covered the areola. Her left nipple had an icon of the sun made from mostly gold, while her right nipple had what appeared to resemble the moon, and was mostly silver. They hung nicely on her busty physique, with large breasts that seemed to stay in place, and a curvy large ass that didn't jiggle as she walked. (implying that it was mostly muscle and not just fat on her butt) What struck out most to Johnny was that, despite looking somewhat regal, her hair, was short and pink looking like Max from Batman Beyond. She looked like the queen of an alternate reality runway fashion show where the fashion was in the jewelry and not the clothing, but she was contractually obligated to keep the pink hair for a separate project.

"I'm not sure what to say, you definitely look amazing."

"Of course I look amazing Stupid!" She looked at you before turning her attention to her body and started stroking it with her hands, going from her toned belly all the way up to her nipples. She shuddered as her fingers slowly crept their way up to her breasts before tears formed in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" asked a concerned Johnny.

She rubbed away the tears from her eyes. "I... this was the form of a woman I knew a long time ago. She was... special to me. I do this to honor her."

Sensing some sadness, Johnny asked: "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. Though I will say she didn't have her hair this color, that's all me." said Jeannie curling into a smile. "What was that girl talking about? A performance of some kind?"

Johnny's mind shot back to the recent sale. "Ehm... okay do you know what the internet is?"

"I granted some wishes in the eighties and I think the internet was mentioned in passing? What is that?"

"No it's..." Johnny thought for a second and pulled out his phone. "In this year, we use devices like this to communicate to other people. They are connected and send signals to the internet. These signals contain visual images, sounds, text, even money and other things that people can access and send to for communication and other reasons." Johnny looked at Jeannie. "Am I making sense so far?"

"Yeah yeah, keep going, this isn't the first time I've been a fish out of water."

"Okay so Cassie there, is a sex performer and takes off her clothes and bares her body for money on the internet. People pay her for access to see her body."

"Ahh, wait so she is basically a one-person brothel if the brothel didn't let you smell or touch the women. On one hand, you lose some of the experience of a brothel, on the other, the woman gets some security and all the currency goes to them?"

"Mostly, the service that allows her to send the images and audio of herself takes a cut, but that's it."

"Interesting, when is this performance?"

"In an hour and a twenty-five minutes."

"Can we watch it here?"

"Ehh, sure, but the store closes in twenty-five minutes so we should probably head to my apartment."

"So? You can close up early can't you?"

"I don't own the business, I could get fired."

"So get fired! Why do you care? You could conjure money you need, or even not need to eat anymore, survival isn't an issue anymore!"

Johnny paused, considering her words before deciding on what to day. "I see your point, but the thing is, I like my boss and she deserves better. She's been good to me, so I should be good to her."

Jeannie rolls her eyes, talking as she walks towards Johnny. "Ironic how the person who sets me free and has so much power now, is spending that power with the same restrictions I was held to against my will." She was now past the counter and stood Johnny eye to eye, inches from each other. "Give it time, you'll screw someone over eventually. It won't be because they pissed you off, though it may start that way. It won't be because your life is in danger since your life can no longer be in danger. You'll screw them over simply because it's convenient and the consequences won't matter."

This made Johnny ball his fists in anger, how could this being who didn't know a thing about him, and who was freed by him try to call him out on something that hadn't even happened yet? He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, relaxing his fists. Exasperated, he let out: "Can you please put some clothes on?"