Titania sat cross-legged on the edge of her enormous canopy bed, the sheer fabric of her lingerie clinging to her tiny frame like mist on morning leaves.
The garment was scandalously transparent; a delicate web of pale silver threads woven so finely it was almost invisible against her skin, save where it caught the soft pink glow of the room's light.
The material draped over her small, pert breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination: her nipples stood out clearly, pale pink buds pressing against the sheer weave, hardening slightly in the cool air that drifted through the open vine windows.
Below, a deep green pair of panties hugged her narrow hips; the fabric so thin it molded to the gentle mound of her vagina between her thighs, the material darkening slightly at the center where her arousal would begin to gather.
