<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Cinder holds up her hands in a gesture of acquiescence. "You're right, you're right. I'm no one to interrupt the free flow of goods and services. A woman has to make a living, amiright? Sorry to trouble you."<br/><br/>She nods at the woman's little slutmonkeys, passing a lingering eye of the girl, before turning toward the door.<br/><br/>She's halfway there when she raises an index finger and slowly turns around.<br/><br/>"Except, you see, this is the only lead I have. And if you won't give me the information I need, I'll be forced to request a warrant from the local Council's office."<br/><br/>She turns and saunters back to the desk, taking her pretty time. When she gets there, she leans her elbows on it, her ample bosom pulling against one solitary, outmatched button.<br/><br/>"You know how bureaucracy works. Once they get word that you've been involved with a monstergirl, and a shapechanger at that," she runs her finger down the length of the old, polished wood. "Of course I wouldn't say the words<em>aiding and abetting</em>, but you know how they are. That's how they'd take it. And then they'd come here and tear the place apart, go through all of your records." Cinder rolls her eyes at the preposterous certainty of it. "I mean, even a causal link to a Pandorian agent who has stolen government secrets and compromised the security of the nation...that's, well, that's sedition."<br/><br/>"But you're right, better to do this one by-the-book." Her eyes light up mischievously. "Say, what sort of items of a very personal and private nature do you make here? I'm asking for a friend. Not for me. Her birthday is coming up."