The office was quiet, the late hour allowing for a private exploration. I found myself drawn to the restroom, a scent in the air guiding me. There, on the floor, was a pair of her panties, a delicate shade of pink, the fabric soft and smooth. I picked them up, my heart racing as I held them to my nose, inhaling her scent. They were damp, the evidence of her excitement clear. I could almost see her, her blonde hair a wild mess as she pleasured herself, her moans echoing in the empty office.