"If your intentions are for sexual congress, I advise the prostitute liason first. Consumption of alcohol will impair motor function, creating a systemic inefficiency."
"Thank you," Onashi said, looking at the droid intently. He was being completely serious. "Your advice has been noted and taken into account. Prostitutes are dangerous, however."
Onashi grinned.
"And I mean dangerous to both my occupational activities and these inadvisable tasks. I had one not only stick me with the most stubborn case of zygerran flea infestation I'd ever had, but also knifed me while trying to take all my money."
Onashi spoke clearly, as if he were lecturing the droid while they strode down into another compartment; this one was much cleaner, and peddled clothing of all sorts. Onashi ignored most of it until he saw a hologram of a figure that fit a woman he knew well.
"Hold on..." he murmured, grinning. "Unforeseen treasures."
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