You notice a delicate piece of faded red lace and satin, its soft worn texture suggesting age and use. It's a dirty pair of women's underwear, that might have missed the laundry basket

To your surprise, you hear a soft, almost pleading voice in your head, feminine and charming.

"Oh, hello there... it's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? But, well... would you mind, um... could you maybe... sniff me? I promise, it's not as strange as it sounds!"

The request hangs in the air