"Hon, do you really think I'm worried about having a pretty lady naked in front of me?" Robin's lips curl into a pleasant smirk, and she happily falls into step behind Tzahala as the runner leads her off into her work-room. For a moment, at least, the two walk in silence... until Tzahala holds up the arm, causing Robin's eyes to light up and a quiet 'squee' of joy to sneak past her lips.<br/><br/>"<em>That's</em>the finished product?!" The tattooed girl anxiously reaches out to touch the arm, running her fingers over the cool metal surface like a cherished pet... and even before Tzahala says anything, Robin is already disentangling herself from her jacket, practically throwing it away to reveal her mostly-bare torso and all the art it bears.<br/><br/>She kept her shoulders open, Tzahala notices, by using an X-shaped halter top that crosses around the back of her neck and again across her spine- tight enough to outline her nipples while being loose enough to still be comfortable. And now that she has a better look at her, Tzahala can see the blanket of ink that covers her back- this week it's water and wind and earth, the full rotation of the feng shui elemental wheel. Somehow she changed it since they last met...<br/><br/>"Hmm... I might be willing to take off a bit more. Can't leave my hostess all by her lonesome, after all... But you'll have to forgive me, I am dying to try that on first..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A few moments later, Robin is flexing the fingers on her new cyber-arm, and the neural connections on her arm socket are slowly making their steady transition from inactive to active status... and as soon as the last little indicator light glows green, the whole kit-and-kaboodle vanishes in a rush of crackling, realistic flame. The illusion is good enough that even Tzahala would have been surprised if she hadn't spent the past week building the damned thing.<br/><br/>"Wow... that's... Solid!" The corner girl grins raucously and immediately begins playing with the hologram, marveling at the way the flames twist and turn around her "normal" fingers and flesh. At least once, Tzahala notices the woman faltering, almost as if she expects she actually will get burned by the very same illusion she's spent a few minutes playing with. "I... thanks!"<br/><br/>It's a good thing Tzahala has some pretty sturdy augments of her own, because Robin's elation is so overwhelming that the girl practically tackles the runner to the floor with her embrace, squeezing herself to Tzahala's naked form tight enough to nearly take the Israeli woman's breath away.<br/><br/>"It's perfect... I owe you big for this."