Gang life has never been ‘easy’, at least not for most. Even if you did make a name for yourself, earned good creds, and had access to the shiniest mods you were still constantly trying to avoid getting gakked by some other thug who wanted your power, money, or just to earn a reputation.

It was infinitely harder for a woman too. No matter how tough you were, no matter how deadly your worth was always measured by your holes. Not that you mind a good fuck, mods make it feel like you’re on the best drugs possible and every sensation is a good one. But the stress of having to constantly watch out for your throat and your ass was too much.

That’s when it happened.

You’d been asked to do what seemed like a low level gig. Deliver a package to a corpo contact who’s been working for the gangs to infiltrate it and take it down. Some hacker software to symphony the corps creds into gang accounts.

When you arrived however, you realized fast it was a double cross. The contact had been flipped. She’d been a good friend of yours, but when she stepped onto the light you knew instantly she’d been changed. Her once lithe, athletic, and muscular body was now an inflated, curvaceous form squeezed into a suite that cost more than your life. The sex mods that were installed on her to make her look like a full on JoyToy probably worth 1000x what you had in chrome on your body.

Then you heard my voice.

“Don’t run, you’re surrounded. We’ve got men all over you.” I say as I stand next to your once trustworthy friend. My hand obscenely molesting her as she nearly melts at my touch. “But we don’t want to hurt you. We wanna make a deal. You’ll never have to fight for your life again. And you’ll be happier than you’ve ever been. Take Eve here as an example, she loves her new life. Flip, and you’ll never want for anything ever.”