Pretty things are tempting.

Leaving the elevator you walk down a small hallway and through two double doors into a large room with a vaulted ceiling that houses numerous tables with display stands on them. Only the emergency lights are working, though some moon light does come through the heavily barred widows and sky lights.

Selina begins to look over the tables, touching nothing. Standing behind you watch her like a hawk. Carefully focusing on her hands, which is of course your primary concern. Her partially exposed chest and leather covered shapely legs and curved rear-end, however, make this simple task very, very difficult. Because of your rearward view you find yourself drawn in particular to her backside. The way her suit is designed there are sections which are reinforced with strips of black leather while dark purple mesh covers the inner areas allowing for better air flow. The strips that give extra protection to the coccyx and sacrum make it seem like she is wearing a thong over tight leather pants and you can almost make out what color panties she is wearing through the mesh.

“Focus on her hands, focus on her hands.” You tell yourself as you watch that ass move to another table.

Selina stops dead in her tracks and bends over. “Ohhhh, their magnificent.” She gasps. Mentally, you agree as you watch her ample full round ass cheeks tantalizing jut out, exquisitely highlighted by the outer thong.

“I have to get a closer look.” She mews and puts one knee up and partially crawls onto the table. Again, you're in full agreement with Selina's comments as you try to subtly lean over to get a better look at her now spread legs where you can clearly view the mesh that covers her inner thighs.

“What I find!” She exclaims. “I should have know.” You can now make out the skimpy dark gray thong she wears underneath. “I have never seen such an ass.” You think to yourself, “even online. And of course she wears a thong, what else would a woman with an ass like that wear.”

“Just spank me.” She purrs.

“Yes!” You excitedly proclaim your full agreement out loud.

Selina looks back at you taking your statement as a question. “This parure is sumptuous, 17th century I believe?”

You finally regain your focus and remembering your primary purpose you realize that your cat burglar date now is posed over the Athenaeum's most valuable and noteworthy pieces like a hungry panther over a bird's nest full with chicks that has fallen to the ground.