“Do I have to worry about how I dress?” Ioni asked Raber, looking at herself in the mirror. “I mean, I don"t want to show up to this thing in jeans if it"s a formal affair.”
“I don"t think you have to worry about something like that,” Raber said, smiling and putting an arm around her waist. “We"re there as outsiders anyhow, I assume people will say hello to us and then get to their business. We"re just shadows tonight.”
He kissed Ioni on her neck and cupped a breast in his hand. Ioni smiled and put a hand behind her onto his crotch.
“You"d better watch what you start tonight, Ms. Davis,” Raber said into her ear.
She giggled and moved away from him and reexamined her reflection. She was wearing a pair of old and well-worn jeans with a thick black sweater, and lots of silver jewelry. He
