Doing her best to keep herself covered, Castella began prying at the stone tile. Sure enough, with a little effort, she was able to get her fingers into the cracks on the side and lift the stone plate out of place. Underneath was a small hollow in the floor, about a foot deep, filled with a strange assortment of items. On top of the pile was a pair of reading glasses that looked to be made from silver and clear crystal. After that was a trio of shining steel rods, each one ten inches long and about two inches thick, with one end rounded and smooth, and the other perfectly flat with a visible button on it. Next were four delicately balanced silver throwing knives sheathed in a small bandoleer that looked just big enough to be secured around someone's thigh; or possibly a very thick bicep. The last item was perhaps the most confusing, a pair of small black panties that looked like they were made of rubber, but lacked the sticky, tugging texture of the material; instead being smooth to the touch, as if covered in baby powder. A quick tug at their waistband revealed that they could stretch from their normal size, just big enough for a twelve year old, to wide enough to fit even the most rotund of women; though the material shank as it stretched, and Castella realized that on a woman of her figure, it would probably look more like a G-string than actual underwear.
