Yep, they head south

Her black lacy panties, once neatly in place, were now sagging under the relentless **** of the bushy-tailed marauders. One particularly ambitious squirrel had managed to tug loose a strand of lace, which now dangled ominously, threatening to unravel the entire garment.

Alex, still engrossed in her book, turned another page, her brow furrowing slightly as she pondered the plot twist.

Her panties had been damaged to the point that Alex didn't hear the "ping" of the broken waistband, nor the movement as the panties started sliding down her backside. Meanwhile, a male wearing a black suit spotted Alex's predicament and decided to follow.