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didn’t see any kind of chairs to sit in.
She wanted desperately to ask Kerov what to do but just then Xirnah
walked over to one of the blue conical things and positioned her
bottom right over the point.
    Dios—she’s going to impale herself on that thing! Frankie thought. Aloud
she said, “Hey, you can’t—”
    “ Can’t what?” Xirnah asked, looking at her as she sank down
onto the cone-shaped thing. Immediately it melted around her,
forming a kind of armchair that appeared to be supporting her
perfectly.
    “ Can’t get any prettier,” Frankie said, thinking fast. “I
mean, you’re more beautiful every time I see you.”
    Xirnah gave her a
withering look.
    “ There is no need for such compliments as you well know. I am
obligated to be here whether I like it or not. You do not have to
flatter me in order to get me to have relations with you.” She
frowned. “And you’ve never spoken like this before.”
    “ She’s right,” Kerov said inside her head. “Cease this useless flattery. You’re only making her
suspicious.”
    Frankie started to tell him that some girls actually liked compliments but she caught herself in
time and didn’t answer out loud. Instead she said to
Xirnah,
    “ I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know the, uh, State
put us together but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re very
beautiful. And if I’ve never told you that before, well, maybe I
should have.” There—take that, Kerov!
    “ Well…” Xirnah was giving her an appraising look now—almost as
though she was seeing Kerov for the first time. And she certainly
was, Frankie thought, at least this version of Kerov. “You’re very courteous tonight,” she said at
last. “Very…attentive.”
    Ah-ha—now they were
getting somewhere! Frankie felt a surge of triumph.
    “ Well, you’re worth attending to, baby,” she said, smiling at
Xirnah.
    “ Thank you.” A soft pink blush actually rose on the other
woman’s pale cheeks. “Why do you not join me on the sensu-chairs
and let us watch erotic entertainment together?” She gestured at
the huge wall-sized TV screen and gave Frankie a small
smile.
    “ That sounds great.” Frankie smiled back. “You pick the
program, okay?” she said courteously. Because, of course, she had
no clue how to turn on the enormous screen.
    “ With pleasure.” Xirnah snapped her fingers twice and the
screen blinked into life. A woman was on the screen saying
something while a list of numbers scrolled behind her—a stock
report of some kind?
    Before Frankie could
figure it out, Xirnah made a waving motion with one hand. The
screen flickered and the scene jumped to some kind of race with
several men balanced on top of each other’s shoulders while the
bottom one rode a weird motorcycle without wheels, which seemed to
hover quickly through the air.
    “ Ugh, sports.” Xirnah waved again and there was a program with a man and
woman staring into each other’s eyes and singing loudly as they did
a complicated dance in tall wooden stilts which were strapped to
their feet.
    “ Honestly,” Xirnah muttered. “Why is it so hard to find decent
programming?”
    Another wave
produced a show where two women appeared to be riding mechanical
ostriches (or something that looked like ostriches anyway) through
the desert and carrying a picnic basket between them. Suddenly the
top of the basket popped open and a furry creature that looked like
a rainbow-colored teddy bear stuck its head out and began to sing
in a voice so deep it would have put James Earl Jones to shame.
    The women screamed
and dropped the basket whereupon the bear promptly climbed up one
of the mechanical ostrich-things and sat on its back, behind the
woman riding it. Something unrolled from between its legs and
Frankie realized it was the rainbow bear’s penis—but it was four or
five feet long.
    The bear—which was
still singing in a ludicrously deep voice—used its ridiculously
long rainbow schlong as a lasso