“Well, runners just expect the right ‘look’ before they are comfortable doing business. You would think that people would change, now that we are living in the sixth world with magic, VR, and shit. But they never do. I mean, some changed and became orcs and trolls and whatnot, but they are still the same<em>people</em>. And they expect their Mr. Johnson to looks like a Johnson and arrive in a johnsonish car…and his driver to wear, well,<em>something</em>.” Jason added with a laugh, reminding Flash of her nudity.<br/><br/>For dessert, he had ordered the best ‘all-real’ icecream he could get on short notice and it promised to be a real treat. But, as Flash herself was the<em>dessert to the dessert</em>, he wanted to use it to get her into the right mood. So before he served the dish, he walked around the table, took Flash’s hands and cuffed them behind the chair. He also used a silk tie to blindfold her. It would concentrate her attention on the taste…and the touch he intended to go along with it. Of course he could have just shut down her cybereyes, but it looked nicer that way and felt more ‘authentic’.<br/><br/>“Open up. You have been a good girl and you are in for a big treat.” Jason commanded, his voice dripping with double entendre and his spoon dripping ice cream over her breasts.<br/>