Jean Fragonard The Bathers

Rincewind peered between someone's legs at Twoflower.
'Do you know what I think's going to happen?' he said, grinning.
'What?'
'I think that when you open the Luggage there's just going to be your laundry in there, that's what I think.'
'Oh dear.'
'I think the Luggage rather enjoys the attention,' said Twoflower, as they began their cautious descent.
'Yes, it probably does it good to get out and meet people,' said Rincewind, 'and now I think it'd do me good to go and order a couple of drinks.''I think the Octavo knows how to look after itself. Best place for it, really.''I suppose so. You know, sometimes I get the feeling that the Luggage knows exactly what it's doing.''I know what you mean.'They crawled to the edge of the milling crowd, stood up, dusted themselves off and headed for the steps. No-one paid them any attention.'What are they doing now?' said Twoflower, trying to see over the heads of the throng.'It looks as though they're trying to lever it open,' said Rincewind.There was a snap and a scream.