With his girls Tanya, Suze, and Chandria, young, insanely prolific playa Luther "Baggie Mack" Johnson established a reputation as a sort of cut-rate Sweet Lou Farmer, a glib, hard-working hustler specializing in superficially cute but ultimately ragged out, unconvincing bitches. But he then seemed to find new inspiration when Roxie emerged as the jewel of his stable. Unfortunately, after successfully employing Roxie to work the west side Flesh District, bringing a beauty and grace to the profession never before seen, Baggie returns to his beloved half-assed walkers with Vivian, a thoroughly undistinguished amphetamine junky with the bedroom charisma of a whisk broom. And as a night with Vivian unfolds, exactly why he gave up indenturing the quality girls like Roxie is a question one can't help but ask.

Working in the middle of Little Vietnam, Vivian initially brings to mind the perpetually plucky and winning Julie Jade, the legendary Asian corner girl from the 1980s who could put a smile on a businessman's face and still entertain three sailors before midnight. Vivian initially seems to be a surprisingly flexible vixen, scratching behind her ear with the nail of her big toe, but that gymnast's attitude vanishes quickly once the cash exchanges hands. To add to the initial arc of excitement, Gena from Spokane walks along as Vivian's mysterious friend, a blunt-faced, relatively scar-free hooker who gives the impression that a three-way may be the same price as a one-on-one for a regular customer. But the seasoned john realizes quickly that it's all a distraction to allow Vivian to check closer for watches and rings that can be pawned or traded for crack.

To her credit, Vivian, like a high-priced Las Vegas call girl, postures and preens for the client before closing the deal, and in the right light, or with one eye closed and the other squinted, she pulls it off; at least while the horns are still driving the unsuspecting john, but ultimately she proves a difficult song to dance to.

Wholly devoid of suspense or chills, Vivian simply bides her time during the trick until the big payoff, smacking her gum, and not-so-furtively checking her watch, only to bolt without so much as a kind word or a quick wash of her cooch.

Of course, no form of sexual intercourse can truly be deemed bad, but Vivian, as hot out of the gate as she may be, leaves the discerning man about town wishing for something more; maybe for a little more Roxie.