<strong>Syn</strong><br/><br/>Syn, or rather Jasmine Moon at the moment, looked over the sleeping man as she slid out of bed and slipped on her nu-silk chemosang and tied it off over her naked body. She looked exquisitely Asian as the moment with pale ivory skin, long straight black hair, almond shaped eyes and the rounded ears of a human woman. She smiled as she reached over to peel the last of her Leas slap patches on her latest bed companion. He's recall a girl, someone that hit his every geisha fantasy. She picked up his commlink, leaving the gutted duplicate that she had brought in her purse in it's place. It would look like his fantasy girl had tried to hack it and the self-destruct had melted down.  By the time he knew otherwise, she'd have handed it off to the contracting Johnson and she'd be looking more herself.<br/><br/>She stepped out, setting the small room's automated systems to clean up after her. By the time he got up, realized she was gone and the rest, the room would be sanitized but for the bed and that would start as soon as he slid out of the bed. Not a perfect clean but good enough for a trivial snatch and grab. She was still riding the post sex rush of doing a job and doing the wicked at the same time.<br/><br/><em>You did well my dear..</em>Cooed the voice of her mentor spirit, the delightful shiver of pleasure going through her as she replayed the encounter from first initial seduction to the final consummation. She enjoyed the power that came in the rush of turning a man's wandering eye into full fledged passion and taking what she needed from him in a way that would leave him dreaming of her for years to come.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the elevator, 'bumping' into a man and losing her purse in the collision. She took the purse back from him with a come hither smile and winked at him flirtatiously as she took it back while flashing her cleavage at him. A high price escort shopping for her next client, complete with her flashing him her AR 'card' to call her later with. All for the observers that might be there as she felt him take the commlink she had palmed under her purse. The hand off done, she strode for the length of the lobby and into the lower levels that tied into a massive corporate mall.<br/><br/>Unseen under her massive mane of hair, her ears were already taking on long tapering points. Stepping into a bathroom that lacked coverage she quickly changed into something more 'corporate exercise chic' than 'Asian Exotic.' The woman that came out was nothing like 'Jasmine'. She wore a pair of bright blue running shoes, an unbranded runner hoodie and sweat pants while clearly rocking to music off her brightly lit Erika Elite that bore the Seattle Timberwolves team logo on it. Her appearance and bearing were so radically different any smart frames cruising the mall would never spot the woman using the escort's biometrics.<br/><br/>An hour later and Syn was back in her apartment, with a bit of nuyen, a night of wild sex, and the satisfaction she pulled off a gig without anyone knowing she'd done it beyond her client. She sat back in the tub and slipped on her Avalon to check her private messages as she let the bath-jets play over her body. Between the gig and her normal dance routine she could cover her DocWagon and 'companion' licenses for the year. She could pay off what she owed in a year if she kept her personal purchases low and used her sugar daddies to keep her fashions up to date.<br/><br/>She opened the message and smiled as she took in the invite. She had the right look for this sort of gig.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/137/b/0/Mishalla_by_yumedust.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>