LOBO: Flame? What are you wearing underneath?
FLAME: Silk panties. The same color.
LOBO: Is this something you normally sleep in?
LOBO: Or are you wearing it just to meet with me?
FLAME: I love pretty lingerie. It makes me feel beautiful.
FLAME: There wasn’t really any clue you would be back tonight.
LOBO: No. It was a surprise to me, too.
LOBO: Do you always wear pretty lingerie when you meet with me?
She hesitated.
FLAME: Yes.
LOBO: If you’d known I would be here, would you have worn this one?
FLAME: No.
FLAME: I would have chosen a different one.
FLAME: I have one that’s black.
LOBO: Why black?
FLAME: It reminds me of a wolf. A black wolf.
There was a pause after her admission.
Finally, a message appeared again.
LOBO: What color hair do you have?
FLAME: Red.
LOBO: Ah. The name. I should have guessed.
LOBO: How are you wearing it?
FLAME: It’s all piled on top of my head.
LOBO: Pins?
FLAME: Yes.
LOBO: How long?
FLAME: Past my waist. I’ve never cut it.
LOBO: Very nice.
LOBO: Dare I hope for green eyes and porcelain skin?
FLAME: Yes.