The heady scent of the books was tempered with a scent of something else.. she knew not what it was, but it was a scent that raised the hackles in her - fury, yet fear, that something had the audacity to pervade the bookshop and the rich mustiness of the books. her face creased in anger, yet frustration, that she could not see perceive nor understand the happenings in her immediate vicinity, even as the frustration boiled over in her frightened heart.. it was so realistic that she could almost literally feel her skin bubbling and seething in the darkness.<br/><br/>A flash of lightning briefly lit up the outside again, though none of the light succeeded in penetrating the gloom of the room's interior. She rolled with her pounce, ending back up on the her bottom again, the skirt halfway up around her thighs now, as she usedboth hands to brace herself against the ground beneath her.<br/><br/>Then Linna froze, as the little, tinkly giggle floated by her ears, and she perked up, her eyes shifting left, right, left in search of the source of the voice. She was sure she had not imaginde it! Growling softly, she deftly swung her legs up under her until she was crouched down on her knees. Then she felt her skirt being flipped - and held up around her waist, the girl jerking in surprise before her hands tried to tug the fabric down again, to no avail.<br/><br/>"What!" she hissed, "What is this? Who? Stop it!" She toppled over onto the floor again, on her side, trying to use the momentum to propel away the hands and digits that she could feel suddenly caressing and probing her bottom and smooth-shaven sex, poking against the crack of her ass and running up and down the sensitive length of her sex, sending a horridly arousing tingle through her form. She cried out, or tried to, clenching her knees together and trying to hug them to her chest.