Ginko freezes, the plain brown package held limply in her hands. Her brow furrows as she takes in the return address - just a local PO box, no name. Curiosity piqued, she tears into the tape securing the flaps.

"What the..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she gets her first glimpse of the contents - a veritable treasure trove of lurid sex toys and skimpy lingerie.

She rifles through the box with trembling fingers. Dildos and vibrators in a rainbow of garish colors. Leather floggers and feathery restraints. Lacy teddies and crotchless panties that wouldn't cover a sneeze.

And nestled at the very bottom, a simple note written in a sloppy scrawl:

"I know your dirty little secret, slut. Call this number if you want to play..."

Ginko's cheeks blaze crimson as she scans the string of digits, her heart thundering in her ears. She swallows hard, mouth suddenly dry as ash.

"Oh god..."

Her gaze darts around the apartment in a panic, as if expecting her unknown benefactor to materialize from the very walls.

"Who...who could have sent this? And how did they..."

She trails off, fingers toying with the lacy edge of a sheer babydoll. Despite her mortification, she can't quite ignore the slow curl of heat unfurling in her core.

A shiver races down her spine, cunt throbbing at the thought. Ginko snatches up the note, fingers trembling as she dials the number with her free hand.

"H-Hello?"

she pants once the line connects, already working a vibrating dildo into her sopping folds.

"I...I got your fucking present, you nasty pervert..."