Chad doesn't recognize the odd symbols on her tag, and she continues with her sales pitch, "We are currently running a trade in special," she shows Chad a rack of zippers. "Your old skin becomes a bodysuit and you take one off the exchange rack. It's in the back room, follow me."
Chad doesn't notice that she picked a zipper off the first rack she showed him, as she leads him into the backroom. He is surprised to see dozens of naked skinsuits hanging on the racks in the back. "These are only a hundred bucks with the trade-in," she says dangling the zipper in front of Chad. It's shiny and tinkles slightly.
"Uh, well, I don't know about trading in my body. I was really just interested in a bodysuit. It says you do custom orders. Is that Milo Simms?" Chad asked reaching out to examine a nearby suit.
The woman shrugs, "It's just a trade-in skin suit. You want to slip out of your skin and try it on?" she asks.
"Uh, I didn't think - do I have to take off my skin?"
"Well, for full-effect it's recommended, but if you don't take it off, you need to be sprayed all-over with non-stick spray or the suit could bond to your skin. Do you want to try that one?"
Chad looked at pale Milo's skin and said, "No, uh, let me look a bit more."
He pauses at a buxom blonde woman's skin, and then shakes his head. He looks at a black athlete's skin.
"Once you go black, you never go back," the woman says fondling the skin's large empty penis.
"Uh, just looking," Chad says nervously.
The woman is looking a bit irritated. The bell rings.
"I've got another customer. You look around. Find someone you like and bring it up to me, and I'll show you the fitting room, and spray you down."