"Fuck off," I say without much feeling whatsoever and dismiss the panties with a flick of fingers, eyes set on that strip of skin that Joe's got on display. It almost feels like it's for me, but it's just the position he's in. I inhale deeply and exhale a smooth stream of smoke at the ceiling, itching to get out of the thick wools, even if I'm still nervous about actually wearing things that won't mask the figure.

I just focus on the cigarette in my hand (and possibly the view before me, though I won't ever admit it). "Clothes, Joe, not little dirty fantasies."