Of Course, you need your jacket.

"Fine..." Your fingers grasp the bottom of your top, you pull it up in a clean sweep, revealing a lacy bra. Beads of sweat glisten upon your smooth C-Cups, an after effect of running late. Blue takes it all in with a smug grin. You let her look a while before pulling your top back down.

"There, happy?"

Blue looks you in the eyes, "Silly Red, that's not the kind of flash I meant, I meant a real flash, flash your tits Red, not your lacy underwear"