She extended her hands and he took off the fine wrinkles with a sweeping motion of the spray. "What happened?" "I had to start looking for another job. But somebody higher up began to think about what I'd done. Now, on Earth, all robots that model clothing have some perceptible skin defects. More lifelike, they say." "Is that why you came to Venus?" "I'd been considering it for some time. It seemed to me that there ought to be a place for a good designer, even if I did have to work on robots." He smiled wryly. "A lot of other engineers had the same idea." "Too much competition?" "Sort of." He grimaced. "My first job here was designing female bodies for so-called social clubs." "Oh, those," she said scornfully. "It's legitimate on Venus. Anyway, I tried out that idea again. Customers didn't like it. Said they could get women with blemishes any time. When they got a robot, they wanted perfection." "Don't blame them," Emily said practically. She looked at him with sudden suspicion. "Don't give _me_ pimples." "Not a one," he assured her. "You're flawless." And she was--with only one item missing. He flexed his fingers in the control glove and sprayed on nipples. She was finished. He shucked off the mask and laid aside the spray gun. "Look at yourself." She went to the mirror and turned in front of it. She smoothed her hands across her face and smiled with pleasure. "It feels like flesh." "It is, almost. Tomorrow you'll bleed there if you cut yourself." She nodded. "Is that all?" "Except for instructions, yes." She looked at him with curious shyness and hurriedly slipped into her clothing. She hadn't minded nudity before, when she wasn't as lovely as she wanted to be. What she didn't know was that Jadiver liked her better as she had been. * * * * * Dressed, she came back to him. "What are those instructions?" He tore off two envelopes attached to the container. He checked the spray gun to determine how much had been used. "Pseudo-flesh is highly poisonous," he said, handing her the envelopes. "The tablets in the white package neutralize the toxic effects. Take one every eight hours. And don't forget to take it, unless you want to end up in convulsions on the floor." "I'll remember. When do I begin?" "In three hours. And now for some advice I know you don't want. You can keep yourself as you are for two months. But you'll be healthier if you get rid of the pseudo-flesh as soon as you can." She looked longingly at the face in the mirror. "How do I do that?" "When you're ready, take the tablets in the green package, one every hour until the pseudo-flesh is absorbed. After it's gone, take three more at the same interval. The total time should be about thirteen hours." She was not paying attention. He eased between her and the mirror. "Get a complete checkup before you try this again. It takes years off your life." "I know that. How many?"