To a strip club.

Women still undress for money here; why don't you go to a place where you can do that? Money and power are a great combination.

I am not going to go work in a strip club. Besides, I'm not exactly agile.

Have you tried?

No, and I don't intend to. Think of something else.

You summon a wind which lifts her skirt on the air pressure, raising it about two inches.

Nice try. I'm not Marilyn Monroe; she had boobs.

How do you plan to pick up a partner with an attitude like that?

I gave up on 'picking up a partner;' women are like stones, men skip the flat ones. I think I'll go to the mall.

Plenty of people; that's a good idea. Surely there'll be one who's interested in you.

If so I never noticed. Anyway, my favourite bookstore is there.

A bookstore; how sensuous.

The mall appears to be a collection of stores in a single large building a couple of blocks from Kennedy's apartment. She heads straight for the food court, to a place called Fresh Start, and orders a breakfast salad. You notice the serving wench's uniform top is just a little too tight and decide to do something about it. A button pops open.

"Ooh! I wish they'd given me the right size uniform."

Kennedy focuses. "Pardon? I... oh, sorry. You're new here, aren't you? My name's Kennedy."

"Shayla. Yeah, today's my first day and they gave me the wrong sized uniform. Now this middle button's blown."

"I'm sure it'll be okay. Just button it up again. Xyslecti."

Wait, did you just cast a spell?

I am a sorceress, you know. How do you think I summoned you?

I just figured you were a regular mortal playing around with things you didn't understand. Why do you need me?

Because I'm not a very good one. Fixing buttons is pretty close to my limit.

Shayla sets a breakfast salad on the counter between the two of you. It's just like Kennedy has every day, except for the pair of sausages.

"The breakfast salad doesn't come with sausages."

"It does today. Thanks for what you did with my top; I could sort of feel something when you said that thing in alienese."

"Don't mention it; and thanks for the sausages."

She walks to the table and sets her tray down.

You should go back for coffee.

Why?

Because I can feel someone checking out your ass and they deserve a longer show. Or you could just pretend to adjust your underwear.