Standing before the adult products display, her breath seeping through the mask sounded almost like a conversation. The roughness of her breathing nearly made it impossible to distinguish her gender, but the brown double coat she clutched could not conceal the prominent rise of her breasts. Judging by her slightly trembling shoulders and visible shivers, it was clear she was suffering from a severe cold. Yet, the reluctance to leave her side stemmed from a heated imagination that would not cool until I saw her bare face.