Wan sunlight barely penetrated the room, but the shocking tableau was still quite discernable from the light of the giant TV. She watched as two figures moved within the flickering light, both luminous with manly grace, silently applauding Clark’s decision to tan in the buff. Was that Lex’s influence?
Who would have thought that the cool and controlled Lex Luthor could move like that? Or get the uber-shy Kent to shed his omnipresent layers of cotton?
This had to be recorded for posterity. Or blackmail material. Thank goodness she always carried a camera.