Seifer laughed at her horror and reached around her to gently pat her head. "What are you? Seventeen, eighteen? You'd be hard-pressed to find someone who didn't have a collection of dirty books or magazines by that age, or at some point in their life."

There was nothing to judge. From what he'd skimmed through, he was sure he'd be reading at least half her collection. She had good taste, even if part of her taste involved tasting others. Nothing wrong with that.

"But, if your hair were red instead of pink, it'd match your face. Speaking of which, why's your hair down, anyway?"