Jay looks over the given clothing options and chatters a bit with the organizers until he finds just the right get up: hot pants and a cute, water-friendly version of a top that shows off more than it's meant to conceal. It's not his usual sort of work, but a job's a job and Jay is nothing if not a professional. It might also be worth noting that he's got a smattering of scars - old and new - all over any part of his body that's visible. The largest are a pair of neat punctures just below his collarbones.

If he's chatting with another Sub that's been roped into the gig, he'll encourage them to just go with the flow. Don't fret so much. It's not that bad, really. Heck, he might even throw a soggy, soapy sponge if they're being particularly sulky about it. Catch?

If he's chatting with a Dom that's here to get a car wash, Jay is more than happy to offer a variety of helpful and cleansing services. "Scrub, buff, polish, wax, whatever floats your boat, boss."

No matter the state of the Down, Jay is fairly sure he could make his way to whatever hovel they've shunted him into. Then again, looking around at the city, he has a funny feeling that it might not be all that bad. It doesn't look like new Subs are going to be stuffed into some sort of miserable barrack, so that's a plus. Of sorts.

"So, boss, what do you think? From what I can get of the conversion rate, a fifty isn't something to sneeze at. I'm willing to take it on if you are. You wanna get blown or something?"

Subtle, he is not.

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