"In my opinion Hel's infinitely better," Lyf interjected.
"You're prejudiced," Miss Twilley said absently,—"now if she had a figure like—hmm—say one of those movie actresses, and a face like—hmmm—and money to go with them—hmm—it just might be worth the price. Of course, it might not. It could be something like a salt mine—or—"
"It's nothing at all like a salt mine," Lyf said. "The hours are reasonable and there's plenty of free time outdoors if you want it. The food isn't the Cafe Ritz, but it's nourishing, and the life is healthful. After all we Devi aren't savages."
"I wonder," she said thoughtfully—"now if I could—hmm—say a gold lamé sheath dress—ah!—and perhaps in a bikini—"
"Women!" Lyf sighed and gave up. Why should he bother about listing the disadvantage. She hadn't been listening to the advantages.
"What are you stopping for?" Miss Twilley demanded. "I'm listening."
"There are a few other things such as free medical care, splendid recreation facilities, and conducted tours of Hel."
"And the disadvantages?"
"Very few. There's no pay, of course, and you will be required to devote a certain amount of time to my service. On the whole, employment on Hel isn't much different than here except that it's a bit more enlightened."
"Like slavery?" Miss Twilley smiled unpleasantly. "You're not dealing with a fool."