This is a response to the story "Julian and the Cardassian spawn" by julianxelim.
Garak woke up early in the morning.
What a wild night! Bashir!
"Wow" he sighed, reached for a PAD and typed a short letter to his sweet doctor:
"My dear Zuckerdoktorchen*,
what a wild night! Wow!
Let's do it again this evening in my Quarters!
it remains in longing,
your interrogator,
Garak.
PS: Lots of tissues will be provided! "
Garak deliberately placed the PAD next to the vase on the nightstand and left Bashir's Quarter's on silent spy soles.
When he arrived at his shop, he noticed in shame, as he walked past one of the mirrors that were provided for his customers, that he had forgotten to get dressed!
"Fortunately," he thought, "it's so early in the morning that no one was on the promenade and luckily I have no employees!"
*Sugardoctor