"Say it again," Olivia said. "What the Light asked for. Word for word."
Lor was sitting on the floor of Lia's bedroom with his back against the leg of the bed.
Morning light from the window cut across the floorboards and stopped just short of his feet. "Please. Me. Using. Stockings."
Olivia stood a few steps in front of him. Her short light-brown hair was still neat from the morning, the ends curling under at her jaw.
Hazel eyes stayed on his face. One thumb was hooked under the green mesh at her hip.
When she let go, the crotch panel climbed and pulled the cream panties tighter between her legs. She hooked her thumb back under it.
"Okay. That part is clear. But how do we actually do it?"
"I am not sure, the Light gave me the sentence. It didn't send a diagram."
Lia stood to Olivia's left with her arms crossed. Red curls fell over her shoulders. Freckles showed across the top of them through the black mesh.
The deep green cups of her bra strained under the sheer cloth.
