"What should I do to Pierre? I've always dressed foolishly like a nerd all my life. This is my apartment, and I've to dress wonderfully accessible; I need fresh air." Ama frowns at herself.
She immediately walks to her closet, picking out some lace, randomly transparent nightmares but realizes that she doesn't have any sexy panties to wear underneath them.
"Oh my God, what should I do now?" She asked herself in frustration, slapping her face in a sad mode. "I can't wear this dress like this without good panties because all my panties are cotton kind and different shades of the avenger's drawings are on them,"
She paces to and fro in her room, then suddenly, she slams her palms together in the thought of getting an idea. "I should ask Lou for help on this," She whispers.
Ama immediately picks up her phone, dialing Lou's number. It starts ringing as he picks on the second ring.
