I hunted up a clean handkerchief and pushed it into her hands. "I can't believe Don Bruce would send you into a really dangerous situation without backup."

"Oh, Skeeve, I wish it was dangerous!"

"What?" I asked. "Why? What do you have to do?"

She lifted her face, now smudged with black and green. "Primp, parade, put on enough makeup to cover a dragon, sing, dance, wear a swimsuit in front of a panel of ogling judges, and, throughout the whole thing— smile!"

"That's demeaning," I said, shuddering. In her place I would rather have faced an active volcano.

"That's what I mean," Bunny wailed, wringing the handkerchief between her hands. She was normally so composed. I was worried. "I hate it"

"Couldn't I just go in, as a businessman, and meet with the owners of the Bub Tube face-to-face? I could probably negotiate for it. After working with Aahz for so many years I've gotten pretty good at it. If Don Bruce is involved, money should be no object..." She shook her head. I frowned. "I could steal it. My skills are pretty rusty after all this time, but now that I've been practicing magik ..."

"It's been tried, Skeeve. Everything has been tried. There's no other way to obtain it. In this dimension there are no business meetings. Only contests. I have to win this beauty contest to get the Bub Tube. It's humiliating."

I sat back. "Well, that shouldn't be a problem," I said. "You're beautiful."

"That's not enough. Every other contestant is cheating broadside, you should excuse the expression, and I can't win. My uncle is counting on me. Will you help me? I could ask Tanda or Massha, but I'm ashamed to tell another woman what I'm going through. I'd rather trust you."

"Of course," I said. "But if I can't help negotiate, the only thing I can offer is moral support, and a little magik."