Her money shirt, that’s what it is. She can feel the silk like liquid sex in her fingers. Liquid money.
What was it they used to say about women? That they translated the appearance of wealth into attraction. That they thought they were getting turned on when what they really wanted was a comfortable nest of cash.
It’s the same with men, Moira knows now. It’s this shirt. It hooks them, because it says Money Girl, Hot Girl, the fabric so slick you’re not even sure you’re touching it.
She’s only got the one, but really, how many do you need?