She wore thong sandals, a loose cotton dress and a hip sash - an outfit she used whenever she felt a deceptive appearance was called for. A date with a man she suspected she might dislike, for instance. She believed herself to be attractive, although not quite this way. Clothes, used in this matter, were a method of safeguarding her true self, pending developments.
"this is Ben Fong-Torres"
"Who do you work for?" Selvy said.
"Running Dog," she said.
He paused briefly.
"One-time organ of discontent."
"We were fairly radical, yes."
"Now safely established in the mainstream."
"I wouldn't say safely."
"Part of the ever-expanding middle."
"We say 'fuck' all the time."
"My point exactly."