The young woman loved the feel of silk, and didn’t mind the sensation of cotton. But she absolutely could not resist the temptation of lace. Krystal wasn’t the kind of girl who found herself attractive. She had a very innocent appreciation for her looks and found the gazes sent her way whenever she entered a room inexplicable. She thought her appearance modest at best, and very rarely noticed the attention that was received. Low self-esteem left the beautiful woman alone for most of her life, since men consistently had taken advantage of her generous, benevolent nature. Despite her penchant for being a little oblivious to the men flocking around her, she always had friends close by to keep them in line. A sisterhood of spies, they worked together like a pack of wolves making sure any man who abused the good-natured girl was quickly tracked down like prey and devoured. Such a scenario had led Krystal to the lingerie store that evening. For the first time in a long while, she opened her heart up completely to her latest boyfriend, leaving her emotions entirely exposed.
