Trickster

was impossible to know for certain if it would work or not until he actually tried it.

Jeung spoke again, his voice too low and husky for Ben to catch the words, and a shirt dropped to the floor. Jeung's feet kicked their shoes off and he stepped out of his trousers. A few moments later, Ben presumed he was naked.

'What is this around your neck, my fine one?' Tour-rif-na said.

'I can't take that off,' Jeung said.

'But I am afraid. What metal is the chain?'

'Silver.'

Tour-rif-na made a small hissing noise. 'The oils I secrete for pleasure react badly to that metal. Together, oil and silver will permanently discolor your skin and mine. If you cannot remove it, perhaps we should find another soul who-'

'No,' Jeung replied quickly. 'The door is locked, isn't it?'

'Indeed.'

'Then it should be all right.' With a slight clink, both silver chain and small, cylindrical key dropped onto the pile of clothing mere centimeters from Ben's right hand. Ben let out a noiseless sigh. Gretchen had done a good job persuading Tour-rif-na to play her part in their 'bet.' He prayed the copycat would let him do his.

'You wish to use the bath?' Tour-rif-na said.

Ben waited until he heard splashing and quiet moans from the direction of the whirlpool before snaking a hand out and grabbing Jeung's key. He eased the copycat out of his pocket and touched its data port to the key.

Nothing happened.

More splashing, and Jeung let out a harsh gasp. 'What did you do?'

'Do you wish that I do it again?'

Ben clamped his lips together and pressed the key to the data port again. Still nothing. A crick started in his neck from holding his head off the floor. God, what had he overlooked? Whatever it was, he had to find a way to fix it under the bed without being noticed by Jeung. Ben set the key down- — and realized he was trying to download the codes into the transceiver instead of the copycat. In the dim light under the bed he had gotten them mixed up. Cursing himself, he drew the copycat from his pocket. With stopped breath, he tried again.

Red lights flicked on the copycat, then flashed green. Download complete. Ben heaved a noiseless sigh of relief that went all the way down to the soles of his feet. He listened a moment to ensure the splashing in the tub was continuing apace before setting the key back on the pile of Jeung's clothing. Strange smells wafted toward him, and he figured they must be the oils Tour-rif-na secreted. Ben settled back under the bed to wait him out, trying to keep pictures of Jeung and Tour-rif-na out of his head.

A soft chime sounded, and Gretchen woke slowly and languidly. Every muscle in her body felt completely relaxed, as if she had just had a good workout followed by a hot soak and a thorough massage. Zem was still wrapped gently around her in a soft cocoon of safety. Gretchen closed her eyes, supposing she should feel guilty but refusing to do so. After everything she had been through in the last six months, she deserved an hour of sensual delight and relaxation. Then the cocoon abruptly vanished as Zem unfolded.

'Apologies,' Zem said. 'but your time is nearly over.'

Gretchen bolted upright, suddenly remembering she wasn't quite done with the evening. 'What time is it?'

'Ten minutes before eight o'clock,' Zem replied.

Gretchen scrambled to her feet. 'I'm really thirsty. Is there-?'

'There is a bar near the door. Help yourself to whatever you like. Did I do something to upset you?'

'No, not at all,' Gretchen said. She grabbed a small glass from the bar, wiped it with a napkin, and half-filled the glass with sparkling water, careful to hold the glass at the bottom. 'Zem, that was wonderful. Perhaps I'll… come back.'

'I will be here for the foreseeable future,' Zem replied, 'and please let Lady Kellyn know you enjoyed yourself.'

'I will,' Gretchen said, suddenly shy. 'I will.'

She let herself out of Zem's room. The corridor was empty. Gretchen stood there a moment, as if lost in thought but actually trying to hear sounds from the Garden Room where Jeung had gone with Tour-rif-na. Nothing. The doors were probably sound-proofed. Gretchen stood there as long as she dared-Ben's fake photo would have long since vanished from the security system, and loitering on camera might arouse suspicion. Finally Gretchen walked slowly away, still holding the glass. She had only gone a few steps across the plush hall carpet when the Garden Room door opened and Ken Jeung emerged with Tour-rif-na. Gretchen ignored them as she continued up the hallway, though she knew they were coming behind her. She could smell Tour-rif-na's earthy scent. When Gretchen reached the landing to the marble staircase, she made a tiny gasp of annoyance and bent awkwardly. Jeung and Tour-rif-na caught up with her.

'Hey, could you hold this a second?' Gretchen said to Jeung, and thrust her glass into his hand. Jeung took it reflexively and Gretchen pretended to adjust her shoe. Then she thanked him and took the glass back, again careful to hold it by the bottom. Jeung nodded, said good-bye to Tour-rif-na, and trotted down the staircase. Out of the corner of her eye, Gretchen saw Ben emerge from the Garden Room. This was actually the riskiest part of the game. It was possible the computer or the person in charge of the security cameras would notice that Jeung had not gone into the Garden Room with a friend. Ben moved quickly but not hurriedly down the hall. Tour-rif-na turned to Gretchen.

'He removed the chain,' she said as Ben passed behind her and down the stairs. 'I believe that means you will win the bet.'

'It does,' Gretchen said, 'but only if I can trick him into doing two more things. So if you see him again, don't mention the chain to him.' Gretchen gave her a fifty-freemark coin.

'I will not,' Tour-rif-na said. 'But I hope you will let me know the outcome. I am very curious about this part of human culture.'

Gretchen laughed. 'I'll definitely keep you posted.'

Tour-rif-na said she had to ready herself for another client and went back to her room. Gretchen looked down at the party below just in time to see Ben exit with Lucia on his arm. That was everyone. Gretchen wrapped the little glass in the napkin, slipped it into her pocket, and headed for the door. Just before departing, she stopped at the pudgy maitre d's podium.

'I had a fine time with Zem,' she said. 'Worth every freemark and more.'

'I will tell Lady Kellyn,' he said. 'And we hope to see you again, madam.'

Gretchen exited the brothel into the swirling noise of FunSec and caught up with Ben and Lucia a few blocks later. She gave Lucia the glass.

'There should be a good thumbprint on it,' she said. 'The security in that place is a joke. Ben walked right out of Tour-rif-na's room and security never even noticed.'

'They aren't expecting major trouble, especially in the pleasure rooms,' Ben said with a shrug. 'Why spend the money for high-power security when you don't need it?'

'So how'd you like being under Jeung's bed?' Gretchen asked. 'Get any jollies?'

Ben flushed. 'Hardly. And they spent the whole time in the hot tub.'

'How was your hour, Gretchen?' Lucia asked sweetly.

'Fine.' Gretchen's tone was short.

'Just fine?' Lucia pressed. 'No jollies of your own?'

'I said it was fine. Leave it, all right?'

'We should let Kendi know we got the key and the print,' Ben interjected diplomatically. 'That's where the real jollies are.'

'One jolly down,' Gretchen agreed, 'three jollies to go.'

The main door slid open, and Martina leaped to her feet. Delta Maura entered the room, her face wreathed in smiles.

'Greet the Dream, Alpha,' she said. Her dark green robe and wimple rustled as she moved, and Martina noticed the white keycard hanging from her belt. 'I have fine news for you!'

'What time is it?' Martina asked. A while after she had finished sketching, she had felt tired and had gone to