Rhiannon quickly glances over at the occupants of booth next to the one she one she was now sharing with the expensive joygirl, a mischievous gleam in her eye, before turning back to the joygirl. From the flush colouring her it's fairly obvious she finds this both a little embarrassing as well as exciting.<br/><br/>It's awkward, trying to surreptitiously remove ones own panties while sitting at a booth in a crowded diner, but thankfully she had opted against a garter belt, though even when she did wear one she often wore her underwear over it; she did kind of like feeling a little slutty. She had to hike her already short, dark grey skirt a little, as well as the sheer pink, lace trimmed petticoat she was wearing underneath, in order to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her underpants. Digging her heels into the floor and arching her shoulders into the seat behind her, Rhiannon got her butt up and pushed her tiny pink lace panties down to her knees, and from there is was easy enough to slide them the rest of the way off her long legs.<br/><br/>She hesitated a moment, unsure what to do with them, then moved to place the obviously expensive lingerie into a pocket.