Freydis illusion

“Going to lose my mind on this damned job,” Freydis noted. “I’ll have the rope ready in five.”
“Cover,” I said.
“Oh, right.” She shook her head, dipped a hand into her dress, and took out a little wooden plaque. “If my head wasn’t attached. I’ve never worked for a client this distracting.”
She picked up my suit coat and Lara’s dress and dropped them into the boxing ring. Then she touched the plaque to them, muttered something, and snapped the wood in her fingers. There was an eye-searing flash of light that left a Norse rune shaped like a lightning bolt burned on my retina in purple, and suddenly there I was, on top of Lara in the boxing ring, making out furiously.
As illusions went, it was excellent. Just really … detailed. Maybe too much so. I turned away, a little embarrassed.
“She likes you, you know,” Freydis said, watching the illusion with amusement.
“From what I can tell, Lara mostly likes Lara,” I said.


Peace Talks Chapter 25, Page 249-250