<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Ohh, eager, aren't you?" The husky said. "Don't worry, we're worth waiting for! Inanimate TF? I'm more of a body-modder myself. Rheanna is a frelancing mage, and very good at it."</div></blockquote><br/>"Body-modder," said Chris, mind opening up a whole new library of possibilities. His grin was so wide you could practically hear it.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The lioness shook her head. "Makes my working in an office sound rather plain, doesn't it? I'm a CPA, which is how I met up with Rheanna. If you haven't got someone to keep track of the unreasonable amounts of money you must be making as a rock star, I have a couple of spaces in my client list..."</div></blockquote><br/>""Unreasonable amounts of money"?!" laughed the guitarist. "If I didn't have a place at Ptricia's I'd have about enough for my obscene rent and the occasional coffee." He shrugged. "Well, if we do ever get signed to a big label and start making serious dosh, I'll let you know."<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She bounded out over the door of the car, which had come to a stop in a small car park in an industrial park. There was a small office unit next to it, dark but with an illuminated animated sign. 'Opaleye Magical Artificing Services.' </div></blockquote><br/>"Stopping in an industrial park is a sure-fire way to make me believe this is some assasination attempt, but what the hell." He smiled and was about to lean on the door of the car when the car shrunk, sending the wolf tumbling to the ground in an undignified manner. "Ow. Bloody..." He trailed off, standing back up. "I think I preferred magic back where I grew up when it had to have a somatic counterpart." He dusted himself off, grinning widely. "Well, let's head inside. It's freezing out," said Chris, who was still in his "Orgasmotron" tanktop and combats from the gig.