Thinking about the effect of sitting on the library chairs with her soaked panties not only makes Sabrina uncomfortable but further builds the already existing disgust at sitting on them after who-knows-who did. But the library will always be her best bet on getting some in her mind well deserved peace and quiet. Especially today. So she compartmentalises that away for the sake of the outweighing positives it brings to come here.
There are a few learning groups and singular students present, but thanks to the quite big size of the extensive collection that is kept here and thus the needed space to keep it, Sabrina can always find a spot alone for herself. There are 3 floors with the upper two forming large square rings around a large open space in the middle, where most of the desks and computers stand. They are connected via stairs and an elevator in the the left corner of the room right after passing the reception at main entrance. Overhead a large glass cealing letting in the natural light.
Some students work here in their free time, confirming the student ID's when borrowing books and sorting them back into there respective shelves when they come back. Most of the time when Sabrina comes here a female student by the name of
Anna works her shift and today is no different. She throws Sabrina a quick wlcoming smile as she walks past her, but gets back to registering books in the online registry on the front desk computer.
As Sabrina patts herself down and the tissue papers rub against her, her soft folds still feel quiet sensitive, as she is still not fully used to the absense of hair around her crotch painfully reminding her of how she lost it yesterday. It feels so bad to clean her expensive panties in the sik of a bathroom like this but there isn't much else she could do. The blow dryer is typically obnoxiously loud and Sabrina couldn't hear the door behind her opening. So she finds herself turning her head back and forth between her slowly drying panties and the door getting more and more anxious the longer it takes, stretching the felt length of a couple minutes into an eternity. But they finally loose all their excess weight of moisture and feel nice, soft and warm against her skin again like they used to.