⚙ 16 }} Gettin' lucky, oooh, gettin' lucky

[legberjack]

[In the quick blink of an eye, Giriko found himself transported to... somewhere not half bad. Like, the type of joint you'd take a real classy hooker to, if you were willing to pay out for the night and didn't want to deal with venereal disease; right before you cut her up from the inside after you got off to avoid paying your bill.

You know. Classy!

While Giriko would be totally down with this, there were a few things amiss, for example:

• He had suddenly found himself in a tuxedo, far too nice and properly pressed to be anything of his own.
• Somehow, a massive bouquet of roses had found their way into his hands.
  
• And, most distressingly, he was still a fucking woman.
  

FUCKING SHIT, MAYFIELD. Seriously! Goddamn it. How the hell was he supposed to fuck a bitch without his dick? The phantom limb sensations were bad enough. It'd been ages since he had been satisfied like he wanted to be! Stupid, shitty woman's anatomy - not that anything felt bad, just different and FUCK CHANGE. RIGHT IN IT'S SHITTY EYE. Giriko wanted strong, hard, solid currency here, not pennies and pence and whatever the hell faggots were paying with these days. Shit! Forget that! Whatever.

With a sigh, he sat the bouquet on his shoulder, before finally noticing a very familiar white-haired woman in the room.]

Oi, so this is how it is, yeah? Shit, if you're that desperate, I'd just do you. Ain't got to put on all this fancy bullshit, you know!