Besides fixing physical flaws with holodecks, I also debug the occasional holoprogram and, even more occasionally, testify about whether some particular piece of evidence is real, or holographically generated. It was this last one that bought T'pen, agent of V'shar (Vulcan Internal Security) to my home. I designed my home myself. The internal defenses are quiet impressive, and far better hidden than the omnipresent hologenerators.
"These files have come to my attention. I suspect they may be forgeries and wish to make sure before I do anything. It would be most unfortunate were it to be discovered that false accusations to be made against Solen." She explained. I didn't bother to hide the fact that my eyes were wandering over her catsuited form, enjoying the lithe power coiled there. She lacked the absurd bust so many of her fellow Vulcans had, but had the look of a weapon, dangerous, ready to pounce.
"Of course. Would you like something to drink?" I asked, pushing a button on the massive desk I sat behind.
She shook her head sharply. "I am here to work, not socialize."
"Well, when you show up without an appointment, at night, you can see how that might send mixed messages." I countered with a smile. The door behind her chair opened, though it didn't need to and a woman (holographic) with a bust that more than made up for the security officer's...attributes paraded inside wearing nothing but a filmy skirt and gold. The skirt fell from a gold belt to her ankles, but was in two distinct pieces. Every movement set it swirling around long tanned legs. The gold jewelry set off her tanned skin perfectly and the heavy jewels set in her earrings drew the eye (at least those not trapped on her bare and pierced breasts) to her pointed ears.
A glass of champagne was on the tray she carried. She placed it on the desk by my control console. "Anything else, sir?" she asked.
"Not right now." I waved a hand and she vanished.
"I am a Vulcan. Attempts to make me uncomfortable with holograms, or your fantasies regarding Vulcans, or anything else are pointless." T'pen said sharply.
"She's not a Vulcan."
"Obviously. Sh—It's a hologram." The Vulcan was flustered, though she didn't actually flush. I'd seen her eyes ogle, or glare at, the holograms larger breasts. Jealousy? Maybe, or maybe wishful thinking. Either way, it was time to set her straight.
"Yes, but the woman she was based on was Romulan. An officer of the Tal Shiar who fell out of favor with her superiors. They sold her to the Syndicate. We ran into each other when she was 'working under' one of my fellows. She made a hell of an impression." That was all true, if incomplete.
"Regardless. The reason I am here now is not to socialize, but because this evidence is of a...sensitive nature—"
"Yes, yes, your organization has been trying to discredit Solen and his emotionalists—"
"Dangerous hedonists!" she cut in, quite passionately for someone with their emotions under control.
"For quite a while and now you've got something you think will do the trick and want to make sure you aren't about to hand him the PR coup of a lifetime. Cult leader to religious dissident in one frame job." I continued as if she hadn't spoken.
"As a member of the V'shan, I wish to ensure that my evidence can pass even the most rigorous inspection before I present it." She snapped.
I didn't mention that that wasn't the same thing as wanting to ensure that her evidence was true. I restrained myself to asking to see this evidence. After some hemming and hawing over how sensitive it was and how I should take every precaution to keep it from leaking out, she passed it over. I spent the time she was whining amusing myself by examining her pouty lips and imagining the uses I could put them too.
