I followed them out of the alley, Reena leading, her long, black dreads tinkling with tiny silver beads woven through them, the tight black corset she wore studded with more sparkle. I was familiar enough with Demoniconian attire to call her apparel low key and despite the fact it didn't qualify as such here on my plane, at least Hong Kong seemed about as nonjudgmental as any place could be. I'd seen enough odd and revealing attire not to bat an eye as two girls passed, dressed in ...