Chlorina gasped and nearly swooned, fluttering a hand to her heart and resting it atop her generous bosom and letting her violet eyes close to slits as Jean Jacques' pirate guise fell away to reveal his finely contoured chest muscles and his massive hands, which seized her, one on her tiny waist and the other drowning in the rivers of her raven tresses as he leaned closer to her and whispered, "Can I borrow twenty bucks?"