I have a drawer of lingerie... the Drawer of Hope... that is filled with pinks and reds and lilacs and blacks and lace and all things feminine and lovely. Also thrown in for good measure, a few pieces of Babeland equipment, mostly without batteries.
The drawer is papered with white tea liners and is a haven of neatly folded delicates and whispery lovely scents. When I look into it, I feel like a princess of a lost land who has found her way home.
My breasts, such as they are, are mine once again.