She was a slim fragile thing with pale yellow hair like winter sunlight. A Caligan, a pink-skinned woman, he realized. The first he'd seen.
She wore a shoulderless, clinging, single-piece garment of yellow fur. Suddenly the garment moved, pulling itself higher up one shoulder, settling snugly about her waist.
Moved of its own volition!
"It's alive!" Jupiter burst out. "What in Heaven's name is that thing?"
The girl wrinkled her forehead. "Of course, it's alive. It's a boj. Have you never seen one?"
He shook his head.
She lifted the creature away from her skin, held it out to him through the bars.
"Put it on."
Jupiter took it gingerly. It was light and flat with the warm limp feel of a fresh pelt. The under side of the boj was hairless, the skin like foam rubber. He could find neither eyes nor mouth.
The girl sensed what he was looking for, laughed infectiously.