Author Notes: More fun with Buffybot. She's not very inconspicuous.

Problem analysis: Require funds to purchase airline ticket to Brazil. Generate solutions...Populating list...

"Excuse me."

Buffybot was standing on the street corner in Queens. She had left Scott Hope's house without considering the situation presented to her. It was an error in judgement that a computer should not have been capable of making, however Buffybot was not computing at her normal efficiency. It had taken until nightfall for her algorithms to inform her CPU that walking to Brazil was not a viable option.

"Miss?"

Find employment
Beg for money, also known as 'grifting'
Rob a bank
Manufacture $100 bills
Enter carnival contests
Provide an in demand good or service

ERROR...

PROCESS ABORTED.Repopulating list.

A man was shaking her shoulder. Something must have momentarily jiggled loose. Buffybot postponed her calculation. It would be impolite to ignore him.

"Yes? How can I help you?"

The man fidgeted nervously. He was very plain looking, disheveled and dressed in a frumpy business suit. "I was just wondering... How much do you cost?"

That was a simple question, although Buffybot did not have the Bill Of Materials rundown for her construction, which was what she explained to him. In addition, the labor involved was not considered due to Warren not defining a value for his time.

"I'm sorry, not to buy. My wife would never go for that and I can't afford it. I meant to 'rent', if you do that."

Query: renting of persons...

Slavery is illegal in the United States of America and universally denounced
Prostitution is a moderately socially acceptable practice involving a man paying a woman to use her body for sex
The use of butlers and servants is widespread among the upper classes of most societies

"Are you suggesting prostitution?" she asked.

The man appeared more nervous than ever. "You're not a cop, are you?"

"No. I'm Buffy, and I am in need of money." It was unusual that such a straightforward solution was not returned during the earlier search through her memory banks. "I require one-thousand thirteen dollars and thirty-nine cents for a plane ticket to Brazil."

"I don't think I can afford that." He dug into his wallet. "I have a hundred and eighty?" he said hopefully.

Buffybot snatched the bills from his hand with a big, big grin. "Your offer is acceptable."

"What? I don't have to take this, Bruce!" shouted Eva between long drags of her cigarette. "I have seniority, and there's no way I'm babysitting the new girl for you. Find some other pushover to take care of her." She adjusted her bra, conveniently unencumbered by any shirt or blouse, and made to walk away from her pimp, like it was conversation over.

As if she'd ever get away with that around Bruce. "That's too bad," he said, drawing out his words to impart a subtly completely different meaning. "I thought you liked notbeing unemployed. My mind's maid up, toots." Who ever said 'toots' anymore?

"Fine. Only for you, sweetie. But you owe me, again." She nevercollected, sadly.

Eva sauntered over to where the new competition was standing a few feet away, and well within earshot. It helped if everyone was on the same page with how much she hated the new girl, Buffy, already. She was short, five foot nothing if she had to make a guess... blonde, funny nose, small tits. Sexy in a girl next door sort of way but, unlike Eva, was devoid of style, of panache, so much so that no one would mistake her for a hooker. Obviously an amateur, if that. Only someone sooooo bland could come up with a shit name like 'Buffy'. Hopefully she wouldn't drag down business too much.

She appraised her young charge, scowling all the way down her length. Where to start first? "You don't look the part, deary," she clucked disapprovingly at Buffy's apparel. She was wearing baggy jeans and a beige sweater that was hardly flattering. Then there was the flat hair and the near lack of makeup. The flip-flops on her feet didn't help the image. Eva half suspected that this was just Bruce's idea of messing with her. "First thing's first," Eva said while lighting another ciggy, "we need to get you a new wardrobe. You'll never get any work looking like that."

"I already have had work."

Eva paused mid suck. "You what now?"

Buffy just smiled her big, innocent smile at her. "I made one hundred and eighty dollars last night from a nice accountant named Brian. He wasn't chartered."

"Dressed like that?"

"No. He was wearing a suit."

Right... "We'll get you to do something with that outfit anyway. We don't usually have to spell it out but it helps if you're wearing something skimpy. If we can get you to take off your sweater and show off your bra-"

"I'm not wearing a bra."

Sigh. Of course not. That would make things too easy. "Tell you what. I'll take you down to the Goodwill. We can get you something slutty there for cheap. Then we can buy you some make-up and some pointy shoes. I hope you still have some of that money left..."

Later that night Eva brought a new and improved Buffy down to her corner. Gone was the sweater, dropped in favor of a red halter top that clashed with her green eyes. Her baggy jeans were replaced with pleather, still a little loose on her thin frame. White open toed platforms were the best they could find in way of shoes, but what do you expect from donations? Buffy had let Eva apply a generous coating of makeup to her cheeks and eyes. This someone had referred to as 'whore paint' and now Buffy wouldn't stop referring to it as such, despite Eva's protestations. But it looked good on her. It gave the wholesome Buffy an edge that she hadn't had before, while not removing all of the sweetness that had worked for her in the past. To top it all off, Eva mussed up Buffy's hair, letting it fall wherever it wanted and sending the long golden tendrils cascading every-which-way. Now she looked good. She was ready to go to work.

"Now Buffy, what were you doing the first time when you got a man to solicit you?"

"I was standing." She was still all wholesome and naive. It was really quite irritating.

Eva sighed. "But were you enticing him? Advertising yourself? Shaking your moneymaker?"

"If I was in possession of a moneymaker I would not require prostitution to purchase an airplane ticket."

Eva cringed. Sometimes it was painful, in an entertaining way, to listen to Buffy. "Your ass, dimwit. What actions were you doing when he approached you?"

"I was evaluating different methods of making money."

"Unmoving?"

"Stationary."

"Well, you're not going to make too much doing nothing. You gotta call them over. Chat them up a bit. Whet their appetite, if you know what I mean. Go up to a man and say 'hey fella, you looking for a little company?' Let him know that your offering the best he's likely going to get. Now I want you to go out there and try it out for size. Pick the next lonely looking man you see and bag him."

"Alright, coach!" she said and sashayed toward a group of passers by.

Eva's face fell. "NO! Not the priest!"

Then Buffy lead the priest back to their motel. Damn, that girl's good.