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"Yes it is. Because you are about to don panties, and they will surely have a color, even if that color is
transparent, and then there will be an answer."
"But surely he already knows that color, since he knows everything."
"Ah, you see it is more complicated than that. The Demon X(A/N)TH did not want to free Rose, so he
planned to change the color you chose, to make Humfrey's answer wrong. He has the power to do that
sort of thing, and Humfrey could not oppose it. But the cunning mortal managed to get around it with a
plea bargain, and so the question remained unanswered. Not that it matters; now it is merely a curiosity.
But I am very curious. That's why I brought you here."
"To find out what color my panties will be?"
"That's right. I've never had the answer to an unanswerable question before."
"Then maybe I won't don any panties!"
The demoness shook her head. "They'll never let you into that castle bare nude. You look way too much
like a woman. You have to choose."
Mela sighed. She did want to find a good husband, which meant she had to see the Good Magician, and
if getting panted was part of the price of that, then she had to do it. Even if it gave the demoness
satisfaction. Besides, she was really quite intrigued by the variety of panties offered. The right panty
might do wonders for her midsection, and possibly even enhance her chance of catching a husband.
So she lifted a panty from its hook and flattened it against her. It was plain white. "I don't think this does
much for me," she said.
"That's no way to judge," Metria said. "You have to put them on. Take them into the changing
chamber." She indicated a curtained region in the center of the pantry.
"I don't need a chamber," Mela protested. "I can try it on right here."
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"No you can't," the demoness said. "That's not the way.
"Yes I can." Mela bent forward and lifted a foot. But: the moment it approached the panty, the material
wrinkled and writhed away and got all twisted up. She couldn't get her foot in it.
So with ill grace she stepped into the chamber. Then the panty behaved, and she was able to put first one
foot and then the other in. The garment fit her perfectly, and she realized that this was part of the magic
of the pantry.
All of its wares would fit any woman who came here.
She stepped outside. The other three were now seated on stools in a semicircle. "Thm around," Metria
said.
"Why?"
"Because that's the way it's done. If you're going to model panties, you have to do it properly."
"Suppose I don't?"
At that point the panty started twisting up again, and uncomfortable wrinkles pressed into her tender
flesh. So she turned around.
"Oh, they look much better now," Ida said. "Your bottom looks so much more interesting."
This, too, did not fully please Mela. She had been under the impression that her bottom had always been
sufficiently interesting. But she spied a set of angled mirrors, which magically showed her from behind
as well as in front, and had to admit it was true: her midsection was enhanced by the panty. There was a
certain glossy mystery about it now. Was this the mystery that was about to be solved? She wasn't sure
that she liked the notion of the attention of all Xanth on her posterior. But she also wasn't sure she didn't
like the notion. It depended on the panty, and her mood.
Still, plain white was not her favorite color. She would try on something else.
She retreated into the changing chamber and removed the panty. It hung limply, depressed about being
rejected.
She took it out and hung it back on its hook. Then she took another panty. This one was lustrous black.
In a moment she was in it and doing her turn before the little audience. "That's nicer," Okra said. "It
makes your bottom ripple when you walk."
Mela checked the mirror, and saw that it was true. Her walk was definitely more intriguing than it had
been. Still, she hoped to do better.
She tried a lovely sea green panty. That was better yet, for the currents of the ocean seemed to flow
across it as she walked, but it still lacked something.
"Enough with the simple stuff," Metria said impatiently. "Let's see some fancy pants."
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"Then you pick them out," Mela said shortly.
"Gladly." In a moment the demoness brought a shimmering peacock blue silk panty oversewn with a
golden net. Within the net hung glowing fireflies. Mela was amazed; she had not realized that anything
this fancy existed.
She put it on and stepped out. The room lit up. "oooh, I like it!" Ida exclaimed.
Mela was tempted, but now was getting into the delight of panting. There might be even better panties
coming.
She would find the very best panty for her, and that was the one she would wear. After all, if the fate of
the Good Magician Humfrey had once depended on what she wore, she owed it to Xanth to choose
carefully.
The next panty was royal deep purple satin, embroidered with woven golden ribbons edged with golden
threads hung with little golden bells. With each step she made music, and when she twirled she
tintinnabulated.
"You what?" Metria asked.
"I can't pronounce the word," Mela said. "I can't even think it properly, when I try to. It means the way I
made the bells ring."
"Tin-can-ambulate?" Okra asked.
"Close enough," Mela decided, going for another change.
The next panty was hand-knitted pink, with matching stockings of pale rose hue, as gossamer as a
spider's web on a rose bush. They made her legs feel impossibly slender and smooth. They seemed
almost as nice as a tail.
"I always wondered why pink panties are supposed to be so magically wonderful," Ida said. "Now I
know. Those are so-so-"
"Only a man could find the word," Metria said.
"A man?" Ida asked. "Why?"
"Because only a man would say that panties are not the best thing in Xanth, just next to it."
"I don't understand."
"That's because you are a nice girl. I, of course, understand all too well."
"Would this snare me a husband?" Mela asked, gazing at her slick bottom in the mirrors. Ida was right:
the effect was just so. She twitched a muscle and watched the panty surface flex fascinatingly.
"I'm not sure. I don't think any man has seen those.
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