The women's bras were vaguely visible under their thin undergarments. It was like looking at breasts in all shapes and sizes. Sheryl's were small and cute. Emi's were modest and proud. While Megu's were huge and firm. Not saggy at all.
"Hey," Sheryl called out to me.
"Y-yeah?" I said, looking at her face, and looked away before my eyes could travel to her body.
"Do you have a dryer around here?" she asked.
"No," I choked from answering too fast and cleared my throat. "You can dry your clothes by the fire if you want."
Shut up! I'm not a hooligan!
Don't put funny things inside my head.
