—

to commit to this activity?"

—
poised to restore your breath."

He leans in just a fraction, voice filled with amusement.

"One wonders if the true thrill of kayaking lies in the struggle… or in the surrender."

Pulling himself back ever so slightly, he adds;
"Tell me, does the doctor have a 'burly' partner willing

Garak tilts his head ever so slightly, a smirk playing upon his lips.

"Ah, Doctor, how fascinating. In the midst of your harrowing battle against the elements, it seems your mind drifts — not to survival, not to triumph, but to the firm embrace of a gallant rescuer, lips

—

I fail to see the appeal of voluntarily placing oneself in a small, unstable vessel with nothing but a stick to defend against an unwavering current. On Cardassia, we prefer our transportation to be both efficient and dry!

"Just here will be fine!"

He lifts the PADD from his desk and extends it out to her.

Ahh — not so fast, dear.

I will require a forty-percent deposit, up front.

You understand, as I play the risky business of having my own time wasted on no-shows.
That would at least cover the material.

Quite frankly, I find *him* crude, overly aggressive, and lacking in subtlety. Dare I say, I pity such a version of myself.

The Terran reliance on brute force is a wasted opportunity for more refined manipulations.

—— no offence, Indendant.

I will have your gown finished by the end of the week!

Now if that is in fact, a serious inquiry — the system is up to date with Leeta's measurements.

This beautiful gown was designed by yours truly.

Made of Triaxian silks!

A thank you to Ensign Rivera for for lending her time to display this marvellous item.

"𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅."

But, by a Klingon ??

The collar does absolutely nothing for my eyes!

He's feeling rather dizzy.

Nonetheless, he has a dress to take-up!

Say no more! Why, he is
/always/ open for business.