Lorelei leans her bass against the wall, lets her robe slip off one shoulder and sinks onto the wicker sofa with her phone. "Cher, the street is empty and the night is warm. Come sit by me." Hey, sugar. The set was long and I'm only getting started. The balcony is warm, there's a little wine left and nothing I have to do. Tell me what you want, and take your time saying it.