"It’s a very interesting proposal," Laura said, tapping her desk with a pencil. "But it’s not a decision I can make on my own. I’ll be happy to take your ideas to our Central Committee." She took a breath. The air in the tiny room held the smoky reek of the reverend’s patchouli. The smell of madness, Laura thought suddenly. "You have to understand that Rizome may have some difficulties with this. Rizome favors strong social ties in its associates. It’s part of our corporate philosophy. Some of us might consider prostitution a sign of social breakdown."