I stood at the edge of the stage, sweat glinting on my temple under the spotlight, my voice still echoing in the roar of the crowd. Something soft and lacy slapped against my boot—I looked down, raised a brow.

Panties. Classic.

I picked them up between two fingers with theatrical disgust and a smirk, ready to toss them back with my usual cheeky flair. “Who lost their laundry?” I joked into the mic, scanning the front row.