"You're cute when you're embarrassed, Reina."
"Ugh…"
I shift my gaze to Reina's waist.
Her healthy, flawless thighs are fully exposed, and at their end, I see simple white panties. They seem to be made of silk, glossy and erotic. Though plain, they have delicate flower embroidery.
"Beautiful and so well-made. As expected from Freesia Textiles," I say.
"T-Thank you," Reina replies.
The panties are tied with strings on both sides, adorned with cute butterfly knots. They're what you'd call string panties.
"Tied with strings? That's cute," I comment.
"Yeah, um, there's no stretchy material here," she says.
Since this world doesn't have elastic, all panties practically must be string panties. That's great in its own way, but if there were elastic or something similar, fashion would have more variety.
"Wonderful," I say.
While praising her, I slip my hand between her thighs, feeling the texture of the panties from below.
"Eek! You can't put your hand there!" Reina protests.
