Pathfinder turned on her own bike, and followed Kanae to her apartment in Puyallup.  A nicer part of the town, she noted, but not as nice as her place in Tarlisar.  No matter, it wasn’t like she was living here, after all.  And if Fang didn’t like it, she would have certainly looked for another place to live.  Walking in the door, she nodded at Kanae’s welcome.  “Alright, thank you.  I’m quite sure that I won’t need it, but the gesture is welcome.”  She sat down in one of the chairs, waiting for Kanae to return from changing her clothes.  As she waited, she took a look around the place.  Lots of Amerindian influence, she noted.  Fang was a magician of quite a bit of power – it was obvious that by the Awakened touches to the place, she was a shaman.  And her totem was probably Wolf – the features on her head and the recurrence of the animal in the iconography around the room lent itself to that.<br/><br/>As the sound of the door opened, Pathfinder looked over from her distractions.  Fang had changed into a skirt from pants, and had undone a few buttons on her blouse.  The elf technomancer noticed that Kanae’s breasts were a bit bigger than originally advertised, and she could see a bit more of them.  But the major thing on her mind was the change.  She had put on a skirt…why hadn’t she just worn one in the first place?  Why had she gone with the pair of pants?<br/><br/>She put it out of her mind when Kanae asked her where they should start…for a few moments, anyways.  Pathfinder was about to suggest that they get some street-level intelligence to complement the online work she had done regarding the Sons and their hangout in Redmond, but something distracted her.  Namely, the fact that Kanae didn’t wear underwear.  Oh, she wasn’t a total prude, she was plenty comfortable with the idea of not wearing anything down below.  Rather, it was what Kanae’s lack of underwear revealed about the wolfish shaman.  “Eep!”  She immediately threw her hands up over most of her face (though those lovely pointed ears still stuck a mile out of her cute face), and slowly slid apart a pair of fingers to let one eye look at Kanae.   “Y-you have a…a thingy!  I t-thought you were a girl, girls don’t have thingies…”  Clearly, she was confused about the fact that Kanae carried eight inches of dick around with her.