ベンチに置く白い下着を着た女性

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the park where Mia often spent her afternoons. At twenty-five, she had carved out a comfortable life for herself in the bustling city, balancing her job as a graphic designer with her passion for painting. But today, she sought solace away from her crowded apartment, drawn to the vibrant greens and the rustling leaves that whispered promises of serenity.

Mia settled onto her favorite bench, a weathered piece of wood tucked beneath an old oak tree. The fragrance of blooming flowers mingled with the crisp air, infusing her with a sense of calm. She took a deep breath, letting the sounds of laughter and distant chatter envelop her. As she adjusted her oversized sunhat, her eyes caught sight of something white peeking out from beneath the bench.

Curiosity piqued, she leaned forward and discovered a delicate pair of white underwear. It was soft and lacy, a stark contrast against the rough texture of the bench.