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'That's a beautiful dress.'
Lwaxana jumped – she'd thought she was alone in the lift. But there he was— no, there she was. Lwaxana had never seen a female Ferengi before, let alone one so opulently adorned.
How fascinating.
'Why, thank you. Have you been there all along? Haven't I been frightfully rude!'
'Oh, don't trouble yourself,' she said. 'You can't read our thoughts, can you?'
'I'm afraid not.'
'Hmm.'
And was Lwaxana mistaken, or was that a glint in her beady little eye?
'Lwaxana Troi,' she said, extending her hand as she enumerated her titles. 'And you are?'
'Ishka.'
'Well, Ishka, I'm on my way to find whatever passes for a bar in a Vulcan hotel. Care to join me?'
'It really is a wonderful outfit,' Ishka said, once they were seated and awaiting their drinks. 'I'm new to fashion, and I'm still learning what I like. On myself, and on other women.'
'O-oh?'
'I don't think I've ever seen anyone wear such a gown, and wear it so well.'
Lwaxana leaned forward over the table. 'You know, it is so stimulating to receive a compliment from a Ferengi.'
'Why's that?'
'Well, I don't know if you mean it, or what motivation you might have! Adds an element of risk. Quite delicious, really.'
'Hmm,' Ishka said, seeming to consider, though there was mirth in her eyes. 'And what do you think my motivation is?'
Lwaxana smiled. 'I think after we've had our drinks, I might ask you to show me.'