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[neveraskedtwice]

It's not like Eric Cartman was flaming gay or anything, but being a slutty lady person totally kicked ass. First off? Compared to his flabby, nine-year-old body, this bitch was like, majorly strong and fit and stuff. Like, ninja strong. It was so cool, and after the initial screaming and crying for his mommy, he realized that there was nothing to

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[learnwhatsreal]

It wasn't like Jenny ever went to the strip club or anything. Sure, on occasion, she'd gone for a drink downstairs, but that wasn't remotely the same thing; she just had no reason to be interested in strippers, something she believed ought to be fairly obvious. She'd seen Emma - or, rather, whoever was inhabiting Emma's body, because she already knew Emma to be someone else - on the path, though, followed along with the intention of finding out who it actually was, and upon seeing her go inside, curiosity had beat the possibility of some disturbing mental images. She didn't have to watch, just ask who it was.

And so, eyes kept averted from the stage, she raised an eyebrow at what the person in Emma's body called out, finally walking over. "Uh, you know you're not going to look like this for more than another day or two, right?" she asked, skeptical, trying her best to hold back a laugh. "These things never last more than a couple days, and I'm not really sure you should be stripping in someone else's body, anyway."

[neveraskedtwice]

"How the hell would you know?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and giving the kid a who do you think you are? look. It was an expression that would've looked very different on this new face, but would've felt just as natural on his old one.

"Anyway, hypothetically? If this was someone else's body, which it isn't, and it was only going to last a few days, I'd want to make the most of it, wouldn't I?"

[learnwhatsreal]

"Well, either way, it is someone else's body, and I would know because I know whose it is," Jenny replied, unable to help the smug little smirk lifting one corner of her mouth. It was an odd thing to be retorting like this to someone who looked and sounded like Emma Frost, but being confident in the knowledge that it wasn't, she didn't let it faze her too much. "I mean, make the most of it, that's all well and good, but stripping?" She wrinkled her nose. "What's even the appeal?"

[neveraskedtwice]

"You know my clone then, obviously," Eric retorted easily, matching her smug little smirk with one of his own.

"I'm a totally hot chick. I could make a buttload of money up there. How in the hell is that not appealing?"

[poison_lipstick]

"That would be me," Saffron replied, walking up to the leggy blond. "But sorry, I've put a moratorium on hiring while folks are in each other's bodies. If you're really...you, come on back in once everyone's back to normal and I'd be happy to see your audition." Saffron didn't know the woman, so it was possible she was still in her own body, but she had a feeling the timing wasn't coincidental.

[neveraskedtwice]

Holy shit, he was tall. Like, super Amazon-lady tall, and he made a show of puffing up and looking down his nose at the woman, who was not only apparently practically a midget, but also a ginger.

Some people were just seriously unlucky.

"But what if it's an emergency? What if I need the cash now? For my... treatments."

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron arched an eyebrow, both amused and incredulous. "I reckon you haven't been on the island all that long, whoever you are," she said. "Cash doesn't mean much of anything around here. My employees don't get paid, not in the traditional sense. The patrons pay with community service hours, which is why you had to give the doorman your name when you came in."

She paused, wondering just what name this woman had given, if there was someone else occupying her body. "And if you really need some sort of treatments, you don't have to pay the clinic to get them."

[neveraskedtwice]

Eric stared, speechless for a long time. At the door, they'd asked for his name, and they'd said something... instructions on how he was supposed to fulfill his donation or whatever, but he hadn't been listening. This was totally bogus.

"... You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered flatly, still waiting for the punchline.