"I don't think a word for it has been invented, to be honest," Ari said. "I half suspect the costume designer was partaking of hard drugs when he made it; nothing else can explain that, surely. My lingerie covers more than that... whatever it was." She shook her head. "I can't ever imagine wanting money that badly, if we're being honest, but then, as I kept trying to explain to him, I do have standards." They were even, to some extent, very exacting, if not traditional. "Personally if I want something, I don't need a groping drunkard with no sense of meter to buy it for me."