<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tzahala Hazan aka Sa'ortra aka Sao</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/g/Ganassa/136212.jpg)</div></div></div>0900 and Tzahala was still 'washing' her legs... had been for a while now, but she liked to keep her case-modded cyberlimbs up to their finest mirror-sheen, and clean out some of the grooves in the paradise-flower-sakura-pattern design around both fake limbs.  These things had cost her a<em>fortune</em>, but not only did they look like metallic versions of<em>real</em>legs on down to five little pretty feminine toes on feminine feet and shapely calves and thighs, but... well, her heal had caved in more men's skulls than most could claim... and doors... and reinforced barriers... hell, these things were top-of-the-line<em>today</em>for a human like her, and she'd had these things for a while now, ever since that landmine back when she was in Israel fifteen years ago...<br/><br/>No, no time for memory lane; Cori sent her a message, that retro little jingle tipping her off, and accessing it... another meme?  Had the dark-skinned woman giggling as she stood, stretching, her chocolatey form bared but unseen in her large 'penthouse' - really but a top-floor adequate artists studio apartment (aka giant open space) converted into a two bedroom, single full bath, living room area with an ass-load of space... all of it still pretty well open, and furnished like an IKEA catalogue, but it looked nice and was comfortable, with rather lovely walls for those in AR.  Still, for 300 square meters of space at 3800¥, in this area with a nearby open public node, it was a great deal, and to top it off... she had her own little<em>garden</em>and top-of-the-line algae- and soy-processing-units!  Real food on a regular basis, tended by one of her two household drones that she 'rehabilitated' to top-of-the-line specs along with her Central Home Node (CHN), all limited to a range comparable to the inside of the apartment alone of course.  It was a true diamond in the rough, allowing for her to have an electronics and computer workshop, washing machines, backup generator should a regulatory brownout occur, a home gym with space for practicing martial arts... and hell, she<em>still</em>had some space!<br/><br/>But back to sensual Israeli Jew; after a stretch and a flex of her cyberlimbs, making sure the pressure sensors felt right (all she could feel was contact and pressure, nothing else through them), and quickly diving into AR she looked over the stats of last nights matches in the Global Starcraft League as she made her way to her bedroom to dress and be ready for the day.  First she considered stockings, but... well, it was so nice outside that the style was bared legs for women, so she hoped she wouldn't blind anyone... she might have to get the finish reduced to a metallic-toned matte sometime in the future, if blinding people becomes problematic... anyway, panties first, so she picked a comfortable, pretty pair and slipped them on, tucking her package in good and comfortably because while it may look 'sexy' with your cock and balls spilling out every which way, it hurt like a bitch when you did anything involving more than walking for movement.  A nice flowing white sundress matching the style of her panties next, the hem only coming down to about mid-thigh to show off the overwhelming majority of her long, shapely, metallic and well-crafted legs.  The top part was tight to her toned form, accenting it nicely, and made it so that she showed a lovely amount of cleavage from her C-cup breasts, lovely chocolate mounds concealed by the white fabric, and two spaghetti straps keeping everything up up top.  No bra, obviously, and a pair of open-toed sandals completed the look - white like the dress and with a slight heel - marking her ready to go as she twirled in her full-length mirror, noting that she did indeed look damn good...<br/><br/>Of course, aside from her lovely chocolate complexion, it was worth noting that her eyes were... interesting; they looked a tad like wolf eyes, one a light blue and the other a light green, dichromatic it would seem like is common amongst wolves and other such creatures.  That, and her hair, cut short and looking a tad spkiky, but actually felt more like soft puppy fur than human hair, and was why she brushed it with a dog brush instead of human fair, especially when she had to get the winter coat out... but these were not mods of any sort; she was one of the better-faring 'victims' of the SURGE, though she did stand out in a crowd still, like a fey's glamour drawing eyes to her... anyway, a quick touching up of her lips with lipstick - a realistic and light tone near her own color - and she was good to go, commlink on her left arm and hoisting her purse containing her FN 5-7C over her shoulder, just in case she ran into less-than-friendly company along the way to find Cori.<br/><br/>Exiting her apartment, locking the maglock and activating her wireless security system, she kept her AR up and made sure to quickly 'click out' of the various ads that pop up and notices while she also pulled up the route to her and Cori's usual meeting place.  That, and with her commlink she linked up to her Hyundai Shin-Hyuang parked in the nearby garage, started it up, and quickly told it to pull up to right in front of her building for when she arrived... all of this by the time she got to her 'private' elevator (needed a passkey or to be buzzed in to even get to her floor, but it was the same one everyone else used) and was riding it down.  As she went down, she giggled a bit, wondering how many 'propositions' she'd get on the way to meet Cori by people assuming she was a whore, or being a prostitute themselves.  It was like a game really, to compare the two, especially here in Little Havana, otherwise known as 'Miami Vice'...