You're like a Menstrual Cyclist

The golden girl did not give her name, but Meldresi glossed it over. She could learn more once her mind went back to its normal state. The young women greeted her politely, wary of her in her hormonal state. They were right to be respectful and submissive, regardless of her state; she was still their queen.

"There's nothing you can do." Her tone was morbid, as if she was diagnosing a fatal disease. She paced again, her mind racing with thoughts of Burke. Her ears pressed back against her head as she laid down, twitchy. "I'm told you two were interested in becoming Dark Sisters." She tried to make the topic more professional, though it was hard when all she could think of was Burke. "Has anyone ever told you about the God and Goddess of the Dark Brotherhood?"