Slurp~~
Lynn instinctively licked his inexplicably dry lips, then carefully folded the black and white silk stockings and put them away.
He suddenly thought of Little Yuna, and planned to use her dog's nose to identify which socks were worn before and which were new ones when he returned.
After all, there were so many stockings in the ring that he needed to categorize them. The worn ones were for collection, while the new ones were to be turned into worn ones and then collected...
And these stockings came in a vast array, with seven different colors, and countless styles, making it easy for one's selection to become overwhelming without categorization.
But it wasn't much of a problem. Personally, he only liked black and white stockings; any other colors were seen as heretical in his eyes and should be scorned!
As for styles, which leg shape best fits which style, he needed to conduct comparative experiments before savoring the results.
