Ask the scholar.

You learned your lesson from the Entrance Hall. You're going for the 'exposure to more for less time' route this time.

Arms still cradling your breasts, you pad over to the scholar sorting one of the shelves. She's ignoring you... "Um... excuse me?"

"Yes?" she asks, not looking at you and sounding very clearly annoyed.

"Do you carry fiction in this library?"

"Far left corner from the entrance," she says, still not looking away from her sorting.

"Um... thank you," you squeak, turning and scurrying to the back corner.

You let out a sigh of relief as you find an entire shelf of fiction! It doesn't seem to be a large selection, and in fact, it looks to be pretty eclectic as to just what genres are there... You spend a while browsing the titles on the spines, finally settling on a romance novel called 'The Artist.' Smiling happily to yourself, you move to a nice, sheltered table by the stares. You admit, your bare bum feels odd on the wood of the chair, but as you rest your breasts on the table and crack the book open, you can't help but sigh contentedly.

'The Artist' looks to be surprisingly steamy for a medieval romance novel! It's about a commoner girl who is in need of money for her ailing father, so she takes up a help wanted notice on the town bulletin board for a wealthy noble who needs a model for his paintings. To her shock, she finds that he's looking for a nude model, but charmed by his affability and the high pay for the job, she reluctantly takes him up on the offer. As she models, she starts striking up conversations with him, and gradually gets to know the titular artist.

You end up so enraptured by the novel that you lose track of the world around you. Hours later, you've blitzed through it, a goofy smile and blush on your face throughout it. And it's just volume one! You can't wait to read the second volume! You stand up, excitedly bounding towards the shelf in the corner to see if they have it. But you don't watch where you're going...