Something wrapped in red silk lay there on a piece of fur.
It was a nice long piece of red silk, enough to tie his hands.
Seven turned her attention to the piece of red silk.
Her dark face looked very natural in the red silk.
The left door guard handed him a length of red silk.
A scrap of red silk no longer than his hand, that was all.
We stood there staring across the expanse of red and black silk.
Little did the world know that my undies were red silk.
Perhaps her red silk, although that crossed the border from warmth into heat.
As he moved, the lining of bright red silk was revealed.
