You see Barbie slinking towards you, her hips swaying seductively despite the downward curl of her lip.

She's in her human form today, all light brown skin. You suppress a gulp as she closes in, her boots thumping on the pavement.

Well well, if it isn't my little errand boy. You got the stuff for me today?

You hold out a small bag. Good, good. At least you're good for something.

She tosses the bag into her jacket pocket. Now run along and get me more for tomorrow.