The top shelf is hard to reach

Fiora waited patiently as she heard Sandra check around the room. Having calmed down now, Fiora reflected on her mistake. She realized the spell didn't quite disobey her like usual—she forgot to send the spell out in Sandra's direction. A real, fixable mistake, not some random 'wild mage' shenanigan.

I guess I really am getting better at magic these days... now if only I'd proved that without needing Sandra's big butt to save my held ass—

Fiora snapped back to reality and pointed her eyes at Sandra's ass. Or rather, Sandra had put her ass right where Fiora's eyes were pointed, but the result was the same.

S-Sandra! Get your butt out of my face!!

Based on what Fiora could hear, it seemed like Sandra was trying to push things around so she could get something from the back of the top shelf. Based on what Fiora could see (a butt), Sandra's attempt to reach up there involved a stepladder, stretching, and some inadvertent exposure.

Did she forget I'm still here!? Hey, your crack's totally exposed...! Gah, it's not fair, I can't look away...

Unable to adjust her sight even slightly, Fiora continued to take in the sight of her friend's good-looking bottom. She tried to ignore that and zone out again, but found that she really couldn't ignore something her eyes were 100% committed to focusing on. She felt herself getting a bit flushed, somehow...

"Gotcha!"

Luckily, it didn't take too long for Sandra to get her hands on what she wanted, which she then showed to Fiora: an unpromising potion.

"Look, look! ...Okay, the label's really smudged, but look, that part totally says 'old', that kinda looks like 'ers'... it's gotta be 'Anti-Hold Person'! Dunno why it was buried way behind all the other ones, though..."

Fiora's mind panicked. Gahh!! That could mean a million things, dumbass! You can't be serious, haven't you heard Valtoi's rants about never using potions with imperfect labels!?

But Sandra just looked naively at her completely immobile friend.

"Um... okay, how about... do nothing for 'yes', do literally anything for 'no'. Got it?"

Fiora obliged and, mustering up all the power she had in her at the moment, managed to make herself reluctantly 'say yes' to Sandra.

Oh fuck...