The older woman's eyes glimmer delightedly at Tzahala's words, but she keeps silent. After all, she's gotten a bite on the line, and has no reason to try and over-sell herself in the process. Though Tzahala can't help but note the appreciative glance that the corner-girl shoots down to her the little gap of cloth where her skirt parts to reveal her two polished, synthetic legs.<br/><br/>"I think I'd definitely be up for that... though I think I work the afternoon shift this Saturday." The youngest of the prostitutes runs one augmented finger against her chin in thought. "I... um... don't suppose you'd be willing to record it and we could come over and watch once the night girls come out?"<br/><br/>Tisha nods in agreement, but the rest of Tzahala's offer is what is picked up on by Liza.<br/><br/>"Hmm... well, I don't mind picking up a bottle of rum on the way here... But tell me, how are you going to get an old woman like me interested in some trideo games?"