 The plushy showroom was occupied by a dozen attractive fur-bearing models, female, but wax. The live models, male, were wearing padded shoulders, pointed shoes, and coats tailored for underarm artillery. They would have looked more natural at Madame Fassade's waxworks, burnt from the burglar section. Hey, you, hey, what'll it be, something for a little woman? Where do I find Mr. Otter? Are you the Lord? Leo sent me.