A little exhibition

Emma seems to be quite content to work without her skirt, feeling a little excited. Looking down at the books on her trolley she sighs.

You listen to her thoughts, discovering that the next set of books goes right by the window. She turns to pick up her skirt, but you decide to intervene.

You throw mental heat into her mind, and watch as one hand drops momentarily between her legs, feeling the heat and moisture there. "Surely no one will be looking through the window." You tell her silently. "And think of the excitement it'll bring."

Emma seems to think for a moment before starting to walk toward the window, keeping her trolley between herself and the window to prevent exposure. You smile as you realise her shoes and skirt have just been left completely unattended in the middle of the library as she stands with just a thin trolley between herself and the outside world.