Camilla’s grip on the book was loose as she herself was in shock, considering the first page. As such, Orion would eventually manage to take the book from her and look through it. Indeed, it was what Cammy had said it was; the title read; “Forty-five Different Sex Positions that are Guaranteed to Make Your Partner Wake Up the Whole Neighborhood – photographed and written by Amy Lewis.” Yes, photographed. There was a picture beneath the title; it was, of course, the pretzel dip position. If you’re curious, the girl in the photo was a solid 8/10 blonde. Behind that, the table of contents. It was a very, very detailed book, having a chapter written for each sex position, explaining its origins, usages, the science behind it, and much more. The first thirty five chapters were dedicated to vanilla sex positions, before there was a “section 2,” full of sex positions for the other hole. Meanwhile, Camilla was now redder than Mars. She averted her gaze by staring at her shoes, mumbling to Orion. “I-it’s fine. Y-you didn’t mean to pick it up. If anything, it was the librarians fault... yeah, the librarian’s fault.”