<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/thbfMv8.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Archer Reid<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/AskFirst, at Pleasure Heights<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faraday #27825, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, given how you look, I imagine you won't have much trouble finding customers. People'll get it on with anything in this city if it interests them, and the more exotic types seem to be especially guilty pleasures everyone isn't afraid to partake of." Archer hummed, walking with an amused gait, the sign of someone with no further commitments for the night, who could do do whatever he wanted. Hanging around Pleasure Heights was going to lead to a truly fun evening, especially since he wouldn't have to go into work until the afternoon tomorrow. He thought for a moment she would brush off his query, but to his surprise she answered! ... To his much greater surprise, she was beyond a simple human.<br/><br/>"Wait, no shit? You're... Huh, not gonna lie, that's pretty hot." He paused for a moment, looking her over. Her physique looked positively gorgeous, it was surprising to hear more than half of her was composed of synthetics and other bits of technology. When she mentioned feeling everything, he raised a hand to his chin as if to contemplate testing this. Well, her status was set to Ask First, so better to play it safe and avoid overstepping that boundary. Even if he was curious to know just how much she felt, and<em>where</em>...<br/><br/>"Me? Nope, 100% pure flesh and blood human, especially in all the places it counts." He remarked with a smile, before turning and looking straight ahead. The crowds were thickest now, and for good reason: Before them stood Pleasure Heights, a catch-all area where sex, fun, and everything under the sun could happen while workers got paid for it. "Here we are, Pleasure Heights! Mmm, you can smell the legalized decadence in the air all the way out here." He hummed, swinging his arms in a mild moment of theatrical appreciation, before pocketing them once more. This would probably be the end of their short venture, but perhaps more business-like pursuits awaited them in the future... "Seems like they offer everything here... Sexy Waiters/Waitresses, Glory Hole duty, Bartending, various masseuse handlers, I think I see a brothel... Oh, cool, a cafe, I can swing on by for breakfast tomorrow."<br/><br/>Realizing he'd gone off on a bit of a tangent, he looked back to Faraday. "So! What's a sexy cyborg like you thinking of picking up for a job here anyway? Who knows, I might consider seeking out your services in the future... I might also have to part-time here a bit." He smiled. He could definitely pull off being a waiter, but there were likely other things he could do...