The cocaine amazon goes out into the street that night, with you around her. She stands in a dark alley, waiting for her customers. As everyone else in this world, they're mostly women, and mostly skinny little things.
You almost forget where you are, the fashion aside, latex and PVC dresses on the younger women, on the few men tight shirts and pants, suits on the few older folks you see, age having flattered rather than harmed them. Everyone, young or old, would have drawn eyes in your old world. They all came to your owner - for cocaine.
For the most part, it goes down without incident. She must have known most of them. The one where it goes to shit is a man, as with each of the few men you've seen, tight clothes, hard stomach. He looms, your owner stepping back, and says, "you know, another form of payment?"
"No coke for you!" she shouts, and the unruly customer's body shrinks into a dildo, which your owner fetches from his clothes, leaving them in the alley. From then on, as before, the night is rather boring. A few coke deals - really, you'd almost think you were being worn by a store clerk. She heads out at the end of the night.