“Yeah, we did,” I said. “When we were kids. Before I knew any better. Now turn around, Finn.”

Finn rolled his eyes, but he turned his back and wandered over to the racks of clothes, most of which were either transparent wisps of lace and satin or form-fitting pieces of leather.

Roslyn grabbed a tape measure from one of the tables and wrapped it around various parts of my body. I stood there and let her work. The vampire regarded me with all the interest a butcher would a cow. Standing there naked wasn’t the most comfortable thing I’d ever done, but I knew Roslyn had seen better bodies than mine in her time. Hell, she had one herself. So I decided to focus on more important matters.

“According to info Finn found, some of your girls have had dealings with Tobias Dawson before,” I said. “What does he like?”

“Why do you ask?”

I shrugged. “I need to attract his attention tonight. Can’t hurt to stack the deck in my favor.”

Roslyn wrote down another measurement on her clipboard.

“Have you ever seen Tobias Dawson?”

“Once.”

“Then you know about his cowboy fetish,” Roslyn said.

“You mean the cheesy snakeskin boots and the hat that’s almost as tall as he is?”

The vampire nodded. “Dawson not only dresses like a cowboy, but he acts like one too—especially in bed. He likes Texas beauty queens. Big blond hair, big blue eyes, big tits, tight asses, lots of makeup. Of which the only thing you currently have is a tight ass.”

“Thanks,” I said in a wry tone.

Roslyn raised her eyebrows. “Just pointing out the facts. You did come here for my professional opinion, after all.”

I nodded. “I did.”

“Dawson likes to take the lead. In keeping with the cowboy persona, he likes for a woman to catch his eye, and then he does his best to hog-tie her.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

Roslyn stared at me. “Both. One of my girls had rope burns for a week after paying him a visit.”

I filed the information away. “What else?”

“He also likes to wear chaps, a cowboy hat, and his boots when he fucks.”

“Sounds like a kinky bastard to me,” Finn said.

The vampire walked over to a different rack of clothes than the one Finn had been rifling through. “Unfortunately, not as kinky as some I’ve seen and done.”

Roslyn flipped through the clothes for a moment before turning back to me. “I assume you’ll want something with a little coverage to it. Where you can stash certain… supplies?”

Weapons, in other words. “Yeah. The more coverage the better. I like to be prepared.”

Roslyn nodded. “Any particular color you’d prefer?”

“Black.”

“Shocking,” she muttered.

After a few minutes, Roslyn pulled a black pushup bra and a set of sheer matching panties off the rack. She handed them to me. “Put those on.”