Riz raised an eyebrow.  "That's definitely a better look for you, I promise," she said.  "Especially down here.  You really wear it well."  She smiled, and she sat up in her chair.  By now, she's discarded most of her heavier attire -- the fur cloak was gone, the gloves had been displaced, boots were missing.  More of her pitch dark skin was readily apparent, at least, and her red eyes glowed in the flickering of the fire.<br/><br/>"I don't deal in unfair, darling," she said.  "I'm a business woman, not a<em>crook</em>.  So maybe you can tell me about your own body?  And this body -- which certainly does demand attention, mine at least, I don't disagree?  Is that why the Temple wants you so badly?  Come on, Jaimee, let's talk business."