[Look, when you faced with a self-published book with your face on it but you're in a red nightgown flanked by wolves, you tend to stop in your tracks for a little but. She's not even sure what her reaction should be. Laugh? Get mad? Pony up $10?]

Y'know, I hadn't thought about it, but I think that's the only way to make me feel clean again.

[Thank you, Elena, for snapping her put of this fuge state. She snorts, then turns to face her savior. ]

There's also this pinup guy who probably could use it