"If I did, I'd quickly be taken off. The last time I did, Morita accused me of trying to poison him with charcoal," she says, unfolding the clothes to search for something suitable. She knows that it's silly to want to dress up and look good when Steve has already seen her, but she still wants to as a point of pride.

It does take her longer than she'd like to, but she manages to slide on her brassiere, underwear, the garters and stockings, affixing her red skirt and silk cream blouse atop. She's missing her lipstick and an actual style to her hair, but given a moment's notice after being kidnapped, it's not so bad.

She inches closer, sliding her palms slowly up Steve's back from behind, like she's in the middle of one of her fantasies. "You can draw me later," she says, rounding him to perch and give him a pointed look. "How did you survive? How long have you been here?" she demands. "When was the last time you saw me?"