When the knock at the door came, Pathfinder opened it to find Kanae standing there.  The wolf-girl had obviously gone to the trouble of hiding her animalistic features in the loose pair of pants she had on and under the bandana she’d tied around her head.  Her gold eyes might have been trouble…if cybereyes weren’t so common and in usually unusual coloring.  Your average onlooker would just assume that she had them, more or less…which probably included the gangers that they were going to be scouting.  The outfit, though, was fairly brief, exposing her waist and her breasts slung a bit tightly in that tank top she had on, though the leather jacket did a bit to cover that up.  Honestly…from a certain distance, Pathfinder herself might have mistaken Kanae for a man, or at least a very butch girl.  Enough about her partner, though.  The situation was now at hand, and they needed to-<br/><br/>-and just as suddenly, Pathfinder found herself hauled back into her apartment, the other runner telling her that this wasn’t going to do.  “It’s not…?”  Oh, this wasn’t good, this was pretty much the closest thing to street fashion that she had.  Memories of the attire Kanae had been wearing yesterday flashed in her head.  No, she couldn’t wear that…the elf brightened a bit when Fang said that she looked too innocent to be a girl in a gang.  She was about to make a rebuttal argument – that if she would never look like gang material, then there was no point in trying to change her clothes – when Kanae instead that rather than the part of a ganger…she would be the on-call booty that many a thug kept around.<br/><br/>Then her clothes disappeared, much like they had with Kanae yesterday.  It was only for a few moments, and she was still processing what had been said, so there was no visible reaction from the elf technomancer to the situation.  Kanae, on the other hand, would like very much what she saw.  Pathfinder had a body that was built for being the gangster’s sexpot.  Her overall shape was a nice, basic hourglass, bust flowing into slim waist flowing back out into hips.  The elf’s breasts were similar in size to Ash’s, with pale nipples about as thick as a thumb stacked on top, and about as big around as a heavy-caliber bullet.  They were perky, too!  Her waist was slender and girly and perfectly offset what was above…and below.  Her hips were nice, but the real show was in back.  Her behind was nicely shaped, no doubt from time spent working out and doing the physical things that runners did for a living.  Most of the rest  - like her legs – Kanae had already seen, but she got to see them go all the way up this time.<br/><br/>The clothes settled back onto Pathfinder’s body, and her immediate reaction was to start looking around at what she’d been clothed in.  The major thing she felt was the string of the oh-so-tight thong buried deep in her ass while the part that covered her front rode tight against her slit.  She looked back, reaching behind her…mmm, no bra.  Pathfinder’s breasts?  Bouncy bouncy!  The elf turned around.  Oh, yes.  Kanae had definitely made the right choice.  The technomancer’s ass<em>screamed</em>‘grab me, grab me!’ in that tiny skirt.  The stockings just made her legs look even longer than they actually were, and the heels she had been strapped into (she was a bit unsteady, but gaining her balance) gave her a very cutesy hip wiggle when she moved.<br/><br/>“Yes, no one will be suspicious,” she murmured, “because they’re going to be too busy ogling!”  Well, yeah.  That was kind of the point.  Plus, and who couldn’t see that body and not think it – Pathfinder had a body made for ogling.  But no time for that now, they had to be on their way…