Mulder and Scully walked around the room, examining all the torture apparatuses. They were trying to discover any clues that could lead them to whereabouts of the missing baby Esmerelda. As they were searching, faint music was playing on a nearby stereo. Misty seemed to be in her own world as she hummed along to the lively tune.
"Is that Fleetwood Mac?" Scully asked, referring to the music as it played somewhere in the nearby distance.
"Yes! Of course it's Fleetwood Mac! Stevie Nicks is my hero!" Misty exclaimed.
"She does have a voice like no other," Mulder agreed.
"I absolutely love her. She's The White Witch!" Misty stated. "Doesn't this music just make you feel wild? Doesn't it make you want to ... you know, take off all your clothes... and get down?"
Scully and Mulder looked at each other. They weren't sure what Misty was suggesting. "Uhhh... I-," Mulder said, faltering on his words.
"This music penetrates your soul and makes you horny! Come on; take off all your clothes. I won't care!" Misty urged.
"I don't think we can..." Scully started to protest, but then Misty's cell phone rang.
"Hold that thought," she said before taking the call.
As Misty was talking on her cell phone, Scully and Mulder had a a little chat of their own. Mulder said, "Maybe she has something there. You and me... We are always on a case. There's no time for loving. And when we are alone, William needs us. I think we should..."
"You aren't suggesting we...?"
"That's exactly what I am suggesting," said Mulder as he gave her sultry look.
Misty had just ended her call. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Now... where were we?" she asked.
"Actually, Mulder and I would kind of like to be alone for awhile," Scully said delicately. "Do you think you could...?"
Misty interrupted with a knowing chuckle. "Leave the two of you alone for awhile so you can get down in the torture chamber with your bad selves?"
"Would you mind?" Mulder asked in a hopeful tone.
"Of course not. That was Esmerelda's parents on the phone. They wanted to talk to me privately. You two have some fun while I go talk to them," Misty suggested.
She breezed out the door, leaving Mulder and Scully all alone in the dark, dreary basement. "Are you sure you want to do it here?" Scully asked as she was taking off her dress.
"Are you kidding? I like creepy places!" Mulder exclaimed. "The creepier the better."
Scully reached out, grasping Mulder's growing erection. It was trying to escape the confines of his pants. "Creepy turns you on," she concluded as she stroked him through the fabric. "I never thought we'd have a quickie... here."
"Who said anything about a quickie," said Mulder as he was stripping off his shirt.