"Don't blame them," Emily said practically. She looked at him with sudden suspicion. "Don't give me pimples."
"Not a one," he assured her. "You're flawless."
And she was—with only one item missing. He flexed his fingers in the control glove and sprayed on nipples. She was finished.
He shucked off the mask and laid aside the spray gun. "Look at yourself."
She went to the mirror and turned in front of it. She smoothed her hands across her face and smiled with pleasure. "It feels like flesh."
"It is, almost. Tomorrow you'll bleed there if you cut yourself."
She nodded. "Is that all?"
"Except for instructions, yes."
She looked at him with curious shyness and hurriedly slipped into her clothing. She hadn't minded nudity before, when she wasn't as lovely as she wanted to be. What she didn't know was that Jadiver liked her better as she had been.