"Who calls me now?!" said a flustered woman. She had fairly flouncing clothes with a pink tube top layered under a matching cinnamon colored jacket, the coat tails touching the floor. She also had very poofy pants that were boarder line hammer pants with a yellow train that just grazed her ankles. Needless to say the woman was poorly dressed but didnt seemed concerned about her appearance and appeared flustered.<br/><br/>She spotted Driscoll "You there human! You must be Driscoll, I was told about you." she looked him over before grabbing him at various area's practically man handling him. She wasn't gentle in the least as she tugged at him. "So your a slave prostitute. Well your not to badly damaged...no immediate signs of sickness, good build, a bit scrawny but tis to be expected." she held his face tilting his head "Nice cheek bones, defiantly masculine features, not the prettiest eyes but not a huge loss...teeth look decent. Could certainly use a wash too. Im thinking...maybe a green and yellow color scheme for clothes? Or the 3 primaries...Silver of gold details hmm...either could work.." she stepped back "Your height is perfect and from my understanding you have dealt with male clients...I think you'll do for the job I need. But first take off your shirt and we'll see what you have there."