Now that she was dress and remained armed - good thing about cyberleg holsters and pistols - it was into the taxi for the two of them. It was a cakewalk, after all; how hard could it be?<br/><br/>The place was full of hookers when they got there, but not nearly as much blackjack as one would assume given the impressive density of hookers. It had been a decently long trip too, time being passed with lazy AR games and trying hard to not butt-fuck Rita in the backdoor... er, backseat. It was difficult, for sure, yet she was able to pull out, er, through!<br/><br/>Now the one downside: it was dusty as fuck. Lapine scrunched up her face and retrieved one of her shemaghs from her bag, wrapping it around her neck and pulling it over her face. Not quite a respirator, but it helped.<br/><br/><Okay, is 'cake' code for 'dust and hookers'? Because there's a lot of dust, and hookers, not as many hookers as dust though> Lapine says to Rita as they approached the entrance, glancing around at all the hookers (she was curious how well the girls seemed to be treated...). <Does a hooker come in the cake? Or cum in the cake? This place just seems weird...><br/><br/>...wait a second...<br/><br/><OH, wait a second, we're here for the TRUCK aren't we?> Lapine finally put together. <THAT explains the dust and all the auto stuff now doesn't it? Also the hookers... maybe not the hookers...>