Carol makes a tiny little gasping noise when she reaches into the hollow book and touches the purple panties. She does this compulsively, even though she is a rather clever girl who normally would think a pair of underwear inside of a book would be something best left for somebody else to deal with. The material feels wonderful, at once like nothing she has ever felt yet simultaneously very familiar, as if she always knew they would feel this way. There is something about them, perhaps the wonderful purple color, that intrigues her beyond measure. They appear to be brand new and Carol wonders if the shopkeeper even knows they are here, that the book is hollow at all. A mischievous grin appears on the typically shy girl's face.
She could pay for it, yes, the price is perfectly reasonable. Or she could slip off to the shop's cramped and musty smelling restroom and, what is she thinking, slip them on right here in the store!?
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