Trading Favors - Prt 02

The South 40's

Inroute to - The Toybox

Day 12 - 0345L

She'd downed some protein pills with some anti-suppressors on the floater cab ride across the city into the slum's collectively known as the South 40's.

The pilot of course had been eyeing her the whole trip trying to chat her up making suggestive comment's. Even going so far as to ask her what she charged hourly.

" More than you might think... " She mused smiling sweetly as she finished applying the stain to her lips. Coloring them blacker than the night time sky that lay beyond the canopy glass.

Of course he was looking and why shouldn't he be. She was all 10's decked out in a glossy black nano-skin suit and matching stelleto's the skin suit's seal open so low in the front that not only could you just see the snowy peaks in the north but also the deep valley to the south.

Her attentions turned to the benchseat beside her for a moment where her matching Chester coat and the stylized coffin shaped carry case Edger had come to refer to as her Toybox.

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The pilot as expected refused to land the floater street level until the fare had been paid and even than the floater was already airborne before she'd even taken her first two steps of the ramp.

" Arse hole ..." she muttered under breath turning her gaze from the rapidly acending floater to the streets around her as she raised a stick to her lips and lit it.

The South 40's...

The word shithole came to mind but in truth the South 40's was far removed from the worst

places you could end up in Oracle City. Still at nearly 4am the streets were dark and stunk of the Gods only knew what. As was expected the back streets were nearly empty at this time of night. The only signs of life were the odd Joe here and there walking the length of the poorly lit corridors of the city and the working girls... you couldn't walk a block in the slums without seeing at least one or two here or there be it lottering in a doorway or hanging out curb side chatting up a potential John even at this late hour.

Thankfully she could see the sign for Bridger's place not so far away. The old worn sign spelling out the words "The Toybox" in hot pink framed on either side by red skinned devil girls sporting fake halo's and white feather wings while one wore wearing black lingerie while her twin sported a white baby doll nightie.

Taking a long drag off her stick she pulled a pair of modified wrap around mirror shades from her pocket and put them on as she started down the block. The sharp clicking of her heels echoing down the corridor and side streets.