Jessica hadn’t even MET Jenny before this, she wasn’t a friend or teammate; rather she’d been brought in due to how perfectly she’d fit the mission parameters.
Despite being a rather...infamous figure thanks to the HELL Arcade had put her and her friends through, the public as a whole were completely unaware of what she really looked like, as those who knew of her still strongly associated her with the full body yellow containment suit she used to need to keep her powers in check; ironically those same events on Arcade’s sick little island meant she no longer needed that suit or any other artificial means of control.
The upshot was that in many respects she needed much less in the way of modification to insure she wasn’t recognised; not that she didn’t look considerably different from the girl who’d first walked into the room.
Jenny was 19yrs old, just barely, and could easily play younger which would allow her to mix with the younger/underage prostitutes much easier than any of the rest of the team. Japanese American and young looking she’d also bring in a completely different type of client than the rest of them, and then there was her power set; Jenny aka Hazmat was among other thing completely immune to all toxins, in fact she absorbed and processed them and used them as fuel. This meant that she could drink Meth by the barrel full and shoot-up hourly and all she’d do is charge her abilities; as such she could safely immerse herself in Gomorrah’s drug scene, playing the junkie without any need for sleight of hand, but no fear of actual addiction...
Right now she was checking herself out in her own mirror, trying not to show how nervous she was. To be fair she was quite a sight; her thick black hair had been cut into a bob, and bleached light blonde, before having the ends dyed an eye-smarting pink that went with the heavy mascara she now had on. She was wearing a sheer, essentially transparent mesh string crop top; the top was basically just a tight band of martial across her breasts, working to highlight them more then provide any cover. Her braless tits and nipples could be clearly seen, more so than they might have been because as part of her makeover, Jenny had had her breast enlarged using Pym Partials, pumping them up from a perky A-Cup to an equally perky but natural looking mid-range B-Cup (they’d even grown her nipples & areola slightly larger than in scale with her breasts to make them stand out more.)
While they’d gone out of their way to make Jenny’s tits look natural, her lips had been inflated into a blatantly artificial pout, in the same manner as Jessica’s own, and open invitation to cocksucking; on her lower half she wore a pair of bright bubble gum pink PVC sliver shorts, with a plunging V front stopping tantalizingly close to her own V, and leaving a good third of her tight little ass cheeks as exposed at the rear...
A pair of clear plastic stripper heels finished of her little ensemble...or almost; seeing her looking at her, Jenny gave Jessica a nervous smile and turned back to the mirror to apply a thick layer of frosted pink lipstick...and Jessica got just a glimpse of the only other alternation they’d made to the poor girl...just below her right eye, as a small tattoo no bigger than her thumb nail at most...kanji symbols... symbols meaning whore...
God what was she doing...not enough that she was taking...and no cake-mouthed double talk about being “undercover”...taking this poor girl who’d already been through hell and who she barely knew and making her into a whore...she was writing what she was being forced into being on the girls FACE in heavy black ink (and never mind that it could be removed later as easily wiping off make up.)
What was more worrying though was that she knew she’d do much worse...hold the girl down and let her clients take her...if it meant getting Dani back...