"Oh my gahd, he's so cute!" The woman marveled at Sierra's living jewelry. It was made only slightly awkward by the fact that Sierra didn't know the woman who was leaning in to get a better look, and was only inches away from Sierra's left nipple.

"How d’ y’ get him to stay in place? Tape?" The tipsy party goer inquired.

"No, uh, it's magnetic. His manacles are made of mild steel plated in platinum, and under the dress I have a small magnet pierced to my nipple instead of my normal jewelry. It allows me to have him displayed without me walking around with one tit hanging out, or any real danger of him falling and getting stepped on."

"Thas’ amazing! How did you come by him?"

Even with her mouth just below Sierra’s tit, Sierra could still smell the booze wafting up from every half-uttered word. She could only imagine what little Weepy must be going through. True to his name, Weepy appeared to be crying and moaning through the gag, he’d been uncooperative since Sierra had acquired him in a trade, but tonight it worked to her design. Weepy’s fallen countenance, his tears and even his barely audible woeful noises complimented Sierra’s dark makeup, and darker dress. Although the woman hanging from her left ear, and the second man adorning the index finger of her right hand, had been silent all night, the trio really allowed Sierra to stand out, even among the more expensive, and exclusive, attire sported by some of the wealthier party goers. Including the inebriated woman sporting the haute couture dress marveling at her work.

"I actually make this jewelry," Sierra offered, dodging the question of where she had acquired Weepy. "All of it bespoke, with a tiny set in place, and support provided for those inevitable unfortunate incidents.”

Sierra produced one of her business cards, a beige affair with her logo, a stylized woman’s neckline with a stylized shrunken person in much where a pendant necklace would be, the woman’s hand almost obscuring the shrunken person in raised red ink. On the reverse, her e-mail in similar red ink, and nothing else. She made sure to offer the card with her right hand, the ring with the small man bent backwards around her finger over a platinum band on full display. The woman's eyes lit up and fixated on Sierra's ring, as she plucked the card from Sierra's fingertips.

"That's so lovely!" She said, surprisingly adroit and gently waving Sierra's card. "Ah'll be in touch!"

Sierra waved back politely, but was already shuffling away from the woman toward the balcony for some air that didn't smell of booze or sound of haughtiness. The party had likely been fruitful, she was out of business cards, and several of them had made it into hands that could likely afford Sierra's exorbitant prices without balking.

The balcony was uninhabited, the night was starting to chill, and most of the guests were inside making as much of their opportunities to be seen as possible, so Sierra found the privacy she sought in the darkening evening sky. The balcony afforded Sierra a wide railing to set her drink and handbag down. She leaned over on her crossed arms and savored the silence and cool air as the city began to light up against the setting sun.

A heavy sigh escaped her as Sierra allowed herself to relax. The whole night had been a mix of adrenaline, anxiety, and apprehension even as she bluffed and cajoled her way through what had amounted to an extremely high-stakes advertising venture for her. But here, in the peace of the balcony, it all seemed worth it.

From inside her handbag, Sierra could hear her phone buzzing in short, frequent bursts of activity. She didn’t bother standing back up as she pulled the phone out to see the notifications of incoming e-mails to her work address. Clients, dozens of them from inside the party, all placing the initial inquiries for commissioned pieces of jewelry with living, shrunken people as the centerpieces instead of gems. Sierra smiled to herself as some of the requests in the titles translated in her mind into asking prices.

“Well, it looks like I’ll need to start hunting on the weekends too.” She said.