In classic tan trench coat mack, I dance slowly to quiet music, rubbing the smooth, whispering fabric of the coat over my nude body. I walk back and forth in my high heels, swaying gently in time with the rhythm, and I come close to you so you can see my hands on the coat, and hear the sound of the rustling clothing. I'm nude underneath the coat, but the mack stays on. Because I know you love it that way.