“I’m a Callistan,” I said. “I can be anything you want me to be.”

“I know,” she said. “One doesn’t come to a strip joint like this expecting anything else.”

I added: “Just say what you want, and as long as it’s about the same size, I will pour myself into that shape, that color, that form. You’re a paying customer, and I’m your blank canvas.”

“I want you to be yourself,” she said, firmly.”

“W-what?”

“I want you to be yourself. Whatever a Callistan is like when they’re not pretending to be someone else. Explore me like that, and then we’ll see.”

“S-see what?”

“Whether you can truly show me anything new.”

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