As Todd drew closer to the slutty brunette two things became apparent. Years of the sex trade had worn down what was most likely an average looking girl into a train wreck of a woman, and she was a smoker.
As Todd drew closer the brunette took one last drag on her cigrarette and then tossed it away down the sidewalk to smolder. She looked Todd over and seemed to smirk at his fresh faced nerdiness, and Todd responded by cecking out her legs. Those, at least, were still attractive enough. For a hooker.
"Hey there, young and handsome." The brunette said in an equally worn and rough voice. "Lost? Or looking for a good time?"
"Both." Todd winked, putting his hands in his pockets. This concealed him strategically hitting the power button on his remote.
"Well, this is your lucky day, junior!" She drew closer, and the hard lines on her face pulled tight and she grinned. "Not only do I know the area, I also know how to show a young buck like you how to have some fun."
"Sounds interesting." Todd replied as if he were actually interested in her leathery body, lingering on her sagging boobs for effect. "How much?"
"For you... not too much." She winked. "$250 gets you a good hour. $500 gets you the whole night. Pretty good deal, huh?"
"I've got $400 on me. Can I pay the rest later?" Todd reached into his pocket again and pressed the 'scan' button to obtain the brunette's complete physical and mental statistics to alter as he pleased. He felt the remote vibrate and grinned.
"Forget it, handsome. 'Cause you're damn cute. Where we going?" She wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned in. She was taller than he was by a few inches, and once up close to him he could see a strange worn beauty to her face. He found himself wondering what she used to look like.
"You tell me." Todd smirked again. "How about somewhere where I can get a good suck?"
"Oooh." The brunette licked her lips. "Right to the point. I like that in my man. Here... lemme take you somewhere nice and secluded."
She hadn't even taken any money, Todd shook his head, but followed her none the less, glancing into his pocket to see the backlit LCD screen displaying the woman's vitals.
* * *
Human / Female
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 104 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
* * *
And so forth. As she continued leading him, stealing a longing glance backward for either effect or for real, Todd noted that she was also carrying the herpes virus, had traces of cocaine in her central nervous system, and that her breasts were a pretty unimpressive C.
"So..." Todd said casually. "Are you clean?"
She stopped and nodded. "Just got a check up, love."
"That's funny, because you've got herpes."
Her eyes went wide and she was just about to say something, but her head fell sadly instead. "H-How did you know?"
"You didn't take my money up front." He pointed out. "So you're either really dumb or really desperate, and you don't look dumb. Also, the sore on your lip."
"Okay. You got me. Well done, detective. I can still give a good hand job. Just... I need the money."
"For coke, right?" Todd stated again, matter of factly.
She looked at her stilettos again and sighed. "Yeah. For coke. I get the hint."
She turned to leave and Todd felt a pang of guilt. Poor, poor woman. Dieseased, addicted, and desperate. Like so many before her this dark side of life had claimed her as a victim.
"Wait a second." Todd turned. "I think I can help you."
"I don't need pity." She wheeled around, clearly angry. "You think I'm a joke? I still worked for a living, asshole. Slept in a fucking dumpster, got slapped around by my pimp."
"No, that's not what I meant. What if I told you I could cure you?"
"So what?" She put a hand on her hip. "Your Jesus, now?"
"No, watch." He pulled out the remote and typed in a few new options. He brought her cocaine addiction to 0%, removed her herpes, and bolstered her immune system so that she was absolutely diesease free. As an afterthought, he cleared her lungs of cigarette tar, undid the damage to her throat, and removed her nicotine addiction too.
"The fuck is that?" She stared in confusion.
Todd pressed the 'change' button and held his breath. The prostitute shuddered for a minute, gagged, and suddenly spat out a large chunk of black gunk. She staggered dizzily for a minute, grabbed her head, and then as she steadied herself she stared at Todd and the remote with wide eyes.
"Holy shit." She said, her voice less rough, far more feminine and soft. "W-Wha..." And then she realized her crotch wasn't burning. She touched her lip gently, in shock, and felt no telltale cold sore. She looked at Todd, looked down at her groin, and with a blush she pulled the waist of her shorts out to see a clean and perfectly healthy vagina between her legs. Free of awful red sores that burnt with no cure. "No fucking way." She gasped.
"That's just the start." Todd grinned, satisfied with his successful first test.