With her hands nervously twisted together, Memoria Campbell closed her eyes and shrank against the wall, her face completely drained of color.
Even though they were just pictures, having so many piled in front of her was already an enormous shock.
She wanted to run, but her legs felt weak and powerless, as if anchored to the spot, heavy and unresponsive.
Her heart was racing anxiously, her breath erratic as if she might suffocate with her next breath.
She stood there, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Instructor Cold narrowed his eyes at her, taking a step forward, but then withdrawing.
"What's wrong... don't want your little panties anymore? Nice style... I quite like women in black lingerie, it's very sexy. Didn't expect... you liked it too! Hmm... quite fragrant as well..."
He... he was smelling her lingerie.
Rising anger dissipated some of the fear in her heart, Memoria Campbell abruptly opened her eyes, her gaze fiery.
