Krystal finds the Snetterton Collection

Krystal is tentatively rubbing her right eye. “I think you’ve given me a blackeye. Or I’ve given myself a blackeye.” You look at her confused, and her hand moves to jiggle her right breast. You get it now.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be. I enjoyed every minute of it.” She steps forward and kisses you. Then she looks around. “Anyway, we appear to have made a mess.”

Yes, the box of the Snetterton Collection is on the floor, scattering her clothes and its contents. She glances at the desk. “Luckily, we didn’t knock your laptop off. I hope you didn’t have anything fragile in that box?”

No, you don’t think there’s anything fragile in the box. You don’t remember anything fragile.

Krystal totters to the scattered objects. She unhooks her bra that’s got entangled with a statuette. She lifts both up looking at them sceptically.

“What is all this stuff?”