"On it, boss." Candy does take a few moments to get the right lube, as opposed to the 'Mother of Pain' mix that Juna accidentally handed to her. The arcology girl won't be accompanying the trip to the Bun Factory the whole way. She didn't bring enough to cover her full tab with nuyen, and even without taking the option to skip the cover, she'd like to be able to sit afterwards.<br/><br/>The parking garage is just like you'd expect it, mostly open and shittily guarded. It's expected that whoever parks there should have some kind of security or rep to keep the vehicle actually safe. Alex is basically both to the degree that Candy could leave the keys in the ignition and, along as the door was closed, even a convertible would still be there.<br/><br/>The Factory itself is pretty much like it is every day that's not around Easter. Sure, they have a few more 'funtime' chairs claiming to have dildos based on different, exotic kinds of beings but everyone knows that it's mostly cheap mail order 'exotics' and strange plastic work. And the other Balor is doing a little favor and being the doorman for whoever's normally supposed to be there. (Alex is one of the few that can reliably tell the two apart without needing to actually get their pants off.)<br/><br/>Not a lot of people taking their way around the cover tonight, though. That may have to do with the two orks that exit roughly as Alex and Candy get there. They were either blessed or payed for extra size, both in the chest and the crotch.