"I wish you weren't dying as well, but from what I understand, in this place it's not particularly permanent." She rubs her fingers over the damp spot on her panties before she slips a hand under the waistband. "So once you're up and about again, I do hope you'll come find me. You look deliciously thick and I think I'd like it very much if you were to fuck me."

As her fingers move, her breath catches and she shivers. She could get herself off just like this, but maybe she ought to give him a little more of a show. "There's no graceful way to strip, is there? Not when one is sitting."

This means Lu has to stand to shimmy out of her underwear, and Wade is able to see that she has a cunt, of sorts. When she sits back down and spreads her lips with her fingers, he might be able to see that there's something curling and moving inside. A thin tendril loops out, and twines around her fingers.