Frank unlocks the door and pushes silky inside. He pours a whiskey for himself and a glass of water for the zebra.
"So, Silky, how are you?"
Silence. Frank bites his lip.
"I.....I really like your stripes..." He says, slowly stroking the zebras long stripes. Silky grunts and gets off of the couch.
"Oh. Sorry." Says Frank, covering his face with his hands. The zebra prances over to Frank and starts hugging him very aggressively.
"What are you....oh."
Silky begins to hug Frank tighter and tighter until they're sprawled on the floor, breathless.
"I see," Says Frank, "I see what you want."
