She'd thought some of the knickers he'd sent her were racy. Plenty of lace there, too, but the styles were usually what she could imagine wearing anyway if she'd been bold enough to buy them herself. A slight coverage of her arsecheeks in lace, delicate hemlines up and around, but nothing frighteningly strappy or uncomfortable. She'd had to admit, upon trying them on, that they were both flattering and suited her.