While her back was turned, he shifted his tail, guiding it under the couch. It slithered beneath a piece of cloth, and he curled its tip to hook the fabric. He kept his central eye on Samantha and dipped the other two to his lap as he withdrew his prize, depositing it in his waiting hands. A white pair of panties. Her panties. Arcanthus grinned, and for a few seconds, had to restrain himself; he had the overwhelming urge to raise the panties to his face and inhale her scent—her intimate scent—but that was too risky. He
