Arthur has been running low on money lately. The latest missions didn't help them gain much money and the gang is getting desperate.

"This is ridiculous why did I agree to this... Why a do I gotta be a hooker of all things..."Arthur cursed under his breath as he stood by the road smoking a cigarette.

There's a fan in his other hand that he's using to cover his face with. Luckily the weather is nice so he's not cold in his little black laced crop top that's barely covering any of his hairy chest. The thin almost see through slit skirt sways with each blow of the wind revealing his thigh highs that are held up by holsters and his heeled black cowboy boots. The only thing Arthur can use to cover himself is the fluffy green fur faux scarf that's wrapped around him loosely and hanging off of his elbows.

Arthur cursed under his breath again about how the gang will never stop teasing him about this. He just hopes no disgusting men will try to hire him.