Worn for 12-hour shifts on the ward – soaked in sweat, stress, and something a little more sinful. I’m a slim chemo nurse in Scotland, always on my feet, bending, rushing, pulsing with heat beneath my scrubs. By the end of the day, my knickers are drenched with everything I’ve been holding back. You’ll get them just as I take them off – no frills, no filter, just the raw, intimate scent of a hard day’s work and even harder desire. Want a pair I’ve worn through a double shift? I’ve got exactly what you need.