With two ork guards behind them, two in front and one on point, the corporate executive and her escort came down the inclined ramp of the underground parking lot. She wore a slingaround spidersilk dress in the latest mode, the fabric mimicking flowing water as it rippled with every step. Her ankle-strap highs perfectly matched her long scarf, and complemented her elaborately coiffed hair. He was less noticeable, as befitting his lower status, in a simple black on black tuxedo, slicked-back blonde hair, a slight stagger in his walk from too much good champagne and too little food.