Yeah, but you decide to make it quick.

Desperately in need, and beginning to worry if you will even still get the contract considering how much time you have now wasted. You head to the Pit figuring you will find a place to buy some clothes on the way. Just when you are about to panic you find a disaster of a shop and stroll in. The shop keeper is an older man reading a magazine full of nothing but completely naked women with loud industrial music attempting to make the ears of anyone that walks in bleed. He looks up as you enter but doesn’t seem to care. You look around at all of the **** shit and soon realize you have no idea what will really look good. Just as you are about to give up and start buying shit at random you hear him speak. “Looking for anything in particular?”

“Actually I am heading for the Pit and have no idea how I should dress.” You admit as a plea for help.

To your surprise he gets up and begins pulling clothes off the racks and walls and tosses them to you. “Here $200 They won’t know what hits em.” Then as fast as he helped he simply drops back to his seat and picks up his magazine.

“Thanks.” You peel off $200 and pick up the bundle. “Anywhere I can change?”

“Ain’t nobody watching.” He answers simply. Looking at the time you drop the robe and start looking through the bundle. You see he has picked a pink leather thong and strapless bra. They both fit perfectly. You then grab a pair of black fence net thigh high stockings and put them on as well. Next you find he has picked out a knee length black skirt open on both sides but connected by a series of 5 straps and buckles on each side, the flaps a perfect place to hide your pistol and sword you notice. The top he has picked for you is a black fence net belly shirt that shows off your new tats quite nicely. Finally you see he has picked a pair of back lace knee high leather boots with chunky 6” heels and a 2” platform. As you head for the door he speaks once again, “Need an armored jacket?”

“Actually yeah.”

“$850.” You set the money on the counter. “I’ll get it.” He disappears into the back for a brief second and walks back out with a nearly translucent slightly tinted pink jacket. You put it on and find it hangs just below your ass. Skeptical at first as you heft the weight you know it is armored.

“Thanks for the help.” He doesn’t even look up as you leave. You find the heels a bit high at first but as you walk to your bike you notice you seem to be able to walk on them perfectly.