A little R&R

You read the sign and ponder your choices. Showtime sound like action, which is good, but you want to learn how this game functions before you risk your hide ähh character in a shootout. Rescue the Fox sounds like lots of thinking and planning, which is good, but you want something simple for starters. Escort service, sounds a bit like bodyguard duty, certainly not whoring yourself, also a lot of planning and the risk to die really quick. What you really want to do is cut loose a bit. You are really exited to play around with your hot futa babe. So R&R it is. Most certainly you will find some other adventure as well, or adventure will find you. With your choice made up you touch the blue sign.

Another sign flashes up reading: choose your name and street handle. You take your time with this one, finally choosing Veronica Sinclair as your name and Io Lite as your street handle.

The next sign informs you about your adventure. You are in a Megaplex called Chi Town. After a successful payday for a job well it is time to party. You are headed to a downtown club called poison pit, which is the new to be place in town. A door opens in front of you and you step through.

You find yourself in an dark alley. Noticing you are wearing your alternate outfit consisting of black high heels, golden stockings and a almost knee length dress made out of thin black latex. The dress bares your back and parts of your sides. A thin stripe runs from your neck, gradually widening into the dress covering maybe two thirds of your breasts. Over that you are wearing a short bolero jacket made out of purple sequins. You also notice you don’t have your weapons with you, except your cyberarm and what’s installed there. Hopefully you don’t run into trouble.

You make your way to the street, which is packed with people of all kinds. Neon sign flash everywhere and you notice that your comlink is bombarded by all kinds of advertisement, which your spam filter handles. You follow the signs on your navigation system to the club. The doors are framed by holographic neon snakes. A bouncer dressed all in leather stands next to the door managing the line of people waiting to get in. A blue sing identifies him as Rock. Apparently you know him. Not wanting to stay in line you walk past the line. Smiling at the burly bouncer you run your fingers over his chest saying:” Hi Rock, still hard?” He gropes your ass undressing you with his eyes. “For you always, but I got to work maybe later babe.” He lets you pass much to the protest of the other patrons.