Each of the women's eyes widen a little bit at the prospect of real, non-synthetic orange juice, and Hazan notices that an appraising look passes between the three of them... but the women all know their etiquette well enough not to mention or discuss what they've heard outside of the apartment. Though they might be even more prone to approaching her after their taste of paradise than they already are, if she's gauging them right.<br/><br/>But even with the "oddities" of Tzahala's living arrangements, the women easily settle in  on her couches, and are already elbow-deep in gossip by the time she makes it back out to join them. Something about one of the whips-and-leather girls getting proposed by a regular, from the sound of it... with plenty of differing opinions all around as to whether or not she should accept or turn the John down.<br/><br/>"Don't you think it would get... boring... after a while?" Robin asks her question, and the silence that fills the air is more than ample opportunity for the Israeli woman to jump back into the fold. Her question seems to catch the tattooed woman off guard, and she cocks her head to the side as she thinks. "Um, yea. The guy who normally does my mods says it's a matrix of thirty-two high definition projectors, built into ultra-light modular plates for the shoulder, upper arm, elbow, and forearm. I asked him ta make it so that I could swap out the themes, but the way he's makin' it it'll only run the one theme- fire- on the highest definition possible. I'm also buyin' some heatin' pads for the palms and fingers, so I can make things a little hotter under the covers. All told, it's gonna cost me a cool 1.5G's for the full kit..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Data Search</div><div class="spoiler_body">==Discussed Off-Thread==</div></div>