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It isn't often that Regina is hired for someone other than the person paying her; it does happen, of course, sometimes as a joke, sometimes as a gift, yet it's always an interesting event when it does occur. Often, the joke hirings end in no sex being had, and her gently reassuring the target that it's alright and leaving with some easy money; but the deliberate "gift" hirings are usually some interesting characters.
This one, however, may very well be both at once. It was really nearly impossible to tell from the tone of the one who paid her off, sent her to the address she double-checks as she approaches the old building. He seemed to waver between laughing at the idea and genuinely warning her about the nature of her client-- apparently he's very, very sick, but that's no issue for her. She waved off his concerns, sweetly informing him that she's a sturdy, hardy girl, despite her soft appearance.
She's come in full goth gear to this appointment-- black fishnet stockings digging zigzags into her soft thighs, tall boots that clap sharply against the pavement with her steps; a short, form-hugging skirt in slick black, and a band t-shirt, cropped to show far more soft belly than most would advise, the dark metal of her navel ring glinting in the streetlights.
No bra, of course. Dainty black panties, entirely formed of narrow strips of sheer lace. Around her fair neck, she wears a shining black D-ring collar, loosely fastened... for now.
She knocks at the door, and then waits, checking her handbag to make sure she's prepared as she waits (condoms, extra lube, a little bag containing tools for a more... specific craving.)
