"It's a...it's a saying. And so far as I know, unless you work at a legal brothel you totally can't expense sexy lingerie no matter what job you've got. It's really not a big deal. But as a spy, pretending to be into my targets has a very high success rate of getting me what I need in a lot of situations."

She's leading Jim further into the urban sprawl of the Nexus' shopping district. Past carts selling some kind of critter smoked on a stick, down roads lined with shops for potion ingredients, candle shops, kitchen stores. Jim knows where they're headed as soon as he catches sight of the building. Hi-gloss photos of models in all kinds of negligee and lingerie. Most of them human, even.

"So, have you ever worn this kind of thing before? How much help do you need?"