Shuyin laughed, bright and delighted, throwing an arm briefly around his neck for balance.
"Mnnhhh.. Not bad," she proclaimed loudly. "You might actually be useful."
She tapped his chest like she was dismissing a loyal pet and walked away before he could recover.
He was left standing there, red-faced, stunned, and completely confused about whether he should feel honored or humiliated.
Blade nearly collapsed from laughter when Shuyin returned. "Oh.... my.... my.... did you just...."
"What?" Shuyin sipped her drink, innocent as sin. "Quality control. We verify before we buy. Don't you know that?"
"You're insane," Razor gasped.
"I'm thorough, in examining products." Shuyin corrected primly.
Shuyin drifted deeper into the center of the club like a glittering disaster wrapped in silk and perfume. The lights caught in her hair, casting iridescent highlights across her face, so mesmerizing that even sober patrons couldn't look away.
