You mind blanks

Standing there in front of this hot woman dressed like a little slut all you can do is blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "I have a penis."

"That's nice. Why do I care?" She fires back looking up at you with a disgusted look on her face.

Your mind races, why did you walk in here again? What exactly did you expect she would do? Fuck. Again you can't think of any sort of argument to get her to help you, "Umm I have a penis?" As you say it again, this time with the intonation of a question you blink your sexy fake lashes at her.

"Fucking hell get over here." She demands. You do as you are told standing there quietly, her angry tone, and something in that bath water perhaps just seems to have taken the fight out of you. She points at a metal platform with all sorts of devices around it you are pretty sure is some kind of scanner. You step up on it. She flips some switches and says, "Nice cyberwear. What are you doing here?"

Finally something comes to mind, you don't think about what is going to happen you just blurt out, "You are supposed to fix me."

"Are you fucking kidding me." She yells with such **** in her voice you can't help but cringe visibly. To your surprise your reaction seems to have a bit of a calming effect on her, "Fucking hell, I'm not going to hurt you." She grabs you by the chin and stares closely into your eyes, "Why the hell can't we just hire girls?"

"She hired me because I am an elf."

"I see that. Yes I suppose that is something. Fine a pretty little elf maid then?" She asks, still oppressively close.

You blink again and can't bring yourself to say anything but, "Whatever makes you happy."

This answer seems to catch her by surprise. She sits back in her chair and actually has a smile for a moment, but it passes pretty quickly. Back and forth she looks from the scanner to the computer in front of her and enters all of your data, height, weight, as well as paying very close attention to all of your cybernetics. Tapping the screen as she notices something that makes her obviously happy, she walks over, picks up a gun like injector and stabs you in the left arm. You feel queasy at first and stumble back into the table. She reaches out and grabs your right arm and to your surprise it simply comes off in her hand. "At least I get to keep this. Sorry your arm isn't compatible with the skeletal, muscle, and healing enhancements I give all the girls here so they can withstand some of our rougher clients without breaking." After about fifteen minutes the dizziness subsides and you look into her mirror and are shocked to see you have grown a new real arm. "There, now get out, I am busy. I turned everything back on for you as well, you are welcome."

Stumbling out, still feeling almost drunk from the injection, you can't seem to remember which way to go.