The first thing that catches your eye is a petite girl in the corner, talking to another that is shaded behind a large sign, both of whom are six feet away from everyone else. The petite girl is curvy, with tawny skin and a jet-black ponytail, but the other girl is hard to see beyond her paleness, deliberately obscured by the sign and the petite girl. You can't hear them, but you can see the petite lady is trying to console the other one.
As you maneuver onto a nearby bench the darker lady shoots off, leaving the other lady alone, retreating behind the sign. From where you are standing you can see that she is tall, more than a little overweight, and evidently quite nervous by the way she tugs her garb. What you can't see is her face, as its hidden by the shade and her long and curly hair, but you can tell she is looking between her feet, the floor tiles, and the water fountain nearby; anywhere but at another person.
Pitying her somewhat, and with most of the other patrons otherwise occupied, you stride over to the water fountain, getting a drink and a better look before you move in. As you arrive for a sip you catch her glimpsing, her eyes immediately shooting back to her feet, her face going bright red.
It's only then that you notice what her hair is hiding. She has a darked L-shaped mark, either a burn or a birthmark, extending from her collar collar bone to the corner of her mouth, like a bit of food got away and spread down her face. As you stare at it she catches you this time, glaring at you briefly before returning to her feet. It's your turn to go red, as you scratch the back of your head nervously. With a sigh you walk her way, waving as you greet her.
"What are you in for?" you ask, resting on the sign. You can finally see through the shade to see the woman that's hiding it, realizing her mass is not all fat, that she is at least partially toned to fuck, and tall to boot. Without really thinking about it you entered into what you think is flirtation mode, fully aware of how awkwards you look. She put on a smile, but it barely hides her nerves, only able to give you furtive glances.
"My friend dragged me here," she clarifies. "We have been talking about the clinic for months, but now I'm actually here..."
She trails off, retreating into the darkness, no longer even trying to look at you. You smile at her, starting to feel a little nervous yourself.
"Look, there's nothing to be ashamed about. We are all here, we are all equally depraved, not worth hiding it." You look her up and down, trying not to meet her eyes. You notice that she is actually a little later than you, and definitely stronger. "What were you hoping to change?"
"We were hoping for something specific." A voice says from behind you. You whip around and see her friend, the petite lady, standing by with the biggest grin on her face, holding a number of documents on her chest. She slides past, settling besides and beneath her friend, between you and her. "And it's more than just a simple swap, Danielle and I have been after a specific lifestyle, one which you seem quite - how should we put it - capable of."
She shows you one of the documents, which seem to be some form of report produced by the clinic. It starts off by congratulating Danielle, as well as a lady called Grace, while extolling the virtues of realizing the lifestyle they seek through the use of the clinic. After that it lists off a number of potential 'third parties,' including a profile picture besides their name.
"I'm only number four?" You say.
"True," Danielle says, "but number three was last seen merging three days ago, and number one already turned us down. I could go find number two, but, well, you are here, and you already met Gracy."
Grace then smiled, blushing red and giving a dainty wave. You extend the wave into a handshake, giving your name with a smile.
"Well then," you declare, "how about we take this conversation somewhere comfortable and you guys can tell me what it is you want?"