Fatima slipped out of her boots. And her toes were, indeed, quite suckable. Whorehouse red nails, a gold toe ring, and a bracelet around her ankle with a charm shaped like a devil's trap. She'd taught the replicator how to make that.

With an athletic bounce, she hopped up into the foothold. They made such a weirdly efficient team.

They would again. She would see to it.

"And up we go."