You say to Llani, "I swear to Lady Maylea, if you have prepared a bejeweled loincloth I shall endevour to leap bodily into the Matrix."
Llani finishes rummaging around in her satchel, before pulling out a formal silken loincloth with extravagant embellishments. She holds it aloft with both hands, so that all in the room - nay, the city - can admire its fantastical design.