In my defence, I am ill. I have a desire to feel soft things. I believe
there is a term for this illness, other than 'perverted', but it escapes
me right now. You were sitting there, displaying this softness to the
world, and I .. The illness overcame me, and I swiped them.
They do feel nice. Nice and soft, but don't smell as good as I had
hoped. But anyway, I have offered them back to you, but you don't want
them. So I will put them in the bag with my collection of lace, satin
and cotton panties, of all colours.
Thank you, Tzafira, for helping to further my collection of soft
undergarments!
- The Unique.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 398 AF.