Showing off for the noob

I didn't think he looked that bad (yeah really, noobs aren't what they used to be, they look too good nowadays...) but the other girls did and they were showing him all sorts of avatars and outfits. So I took out my sheep avatar once again too.

This is also how I found back Fräulein. The siamese cat had been hiding deep in some alley of my inventory. She was probably scared of Whotter.
I am not sure the noob was really helped with all the advice. His noob behaviour manifested itself mostly in that he kept referring to Second Life as a 'game'. I am not going into that discussion here, but it is rather typical. He did play guitar though, that was cool.

Sheep versus whores

I got myself a sheep avatar. It was a joke of course, asking myself if the men prefer sheep nowadays, but you never know exactly what happens unless you wear the avatar.

So, I got my avatar, dressed it up, which was quite some task since the folder I got contained many items that needed to be sorted, and I went out into the streets. With a suitable handbag of course, where else do you leave an avatar's spare parts?
Much to my surprise, I got immediate male attention. One guy called me 'original' and 'different'. Then a colleague asked me if I was 18 already...

I checked and noticed that I was about half the height of everyone else. That made me feel a bit uneasy at it. But well, an anthropomorphic sheep, that is not an animal and not a minor either. So yes, I should not worry.

In the end I just decided to go to my apartment and type up stuff. There's always a regular of some sort that might call me. I would just not have to forget changing back into my regular avi. ;-)

A long day in the district

Some days are harder than others, yesterday for instance.

There were good things going on. I met this new girl for instance, Jennabel. She's an experienced one, works at a club. We chatted for quite a while and exchanged experiences. In the end she went with a regular of hers that she teleported into the square.
Much of the time though we were amazed at the amount of men who walk into our area and do next to nothing. Many don't even say hello when they come in. That's not how it should be in a small neighbourhood like ours, I think.
Then there were the ones who simply loiter or chat up girls without hiring them. Some of them may actually think that we are waiting for a compliment like: "Chez is the prettiest, I think. Just a statement, not that I am going with her."

Chez wants the dough too, not the hot air that escapes when you open the oven.

That's when it's time to maybe do something silly instead. Rezzing sheep for instance. Some of the men might prefer them to women who walk around on their hind legs. Very few came by to admire the sheep though. I doubt one of them was hired...
At the end of the day an old regular walked into the street and he took me with him for his amusement. Nice and hard. Just what I needed.