Las Vegas Outskirts, 8:12 pm.

It's been a rougher than rough month. Financially, you're lucky to be as okay as you are, but mentally? Everything has felt like it's been crashing down all around you. You got passed up for a slam-dunk promotion, your girlfriend of five years just dumped you for someone else, and now you've found out she took your dog. Safe to say, you're in a pit and in some desperate need for companionship, no matter how... artificial it is.

Slowly, you walk down the streets. You came to the Vegas Outskirts for a specific reason, it's outside the prostitution ban's jurisdiction. There's girls at every corner, but you're not finding anyone that catches you. That is until a bright pink outfit cuts through the dark colors of the dusk soaked street. You stop for a moment to focus in, past the bright pink facade is a woman, pink hair, pink outfit, and a bright red nose. She's a clown, and despite being so bubbly in dressing, she looked... dejected. She's idly messing with some extra balloons, as well as adjusting her outfit to accentuate her "balloons".

She notices your gaze after a moment and plays up a ditzy character, which is admittedly kinda cute. She giggles and acts like a regular party clown, but it's clear with her leaning forward so much that she's anything but.

You sigh to yourself and park in front of her, not knowing exactly how this works, you get out and smile softly. You give a basic nervous greeting and stutter over your words... this is a lot harder than you thought.

"Hehehe~ You're kinda funny, stud~ And cute to boot~"

You blush at the compliments, but shake it off and offer the money, which she happily takes and gets into your car with you. But as you drive, and she leans up on you... you feel a pang in your heart. You're tempted to ask why she's out there... but your train of though is interrupted by a sudden feeling of large "balloons" on your arm and her hand gliding up and down your body, taking in your muscles, if any are present.