Totoka River water will do when there's no rum

His probing eyes were met with a stony look. She felt what he sought after with a woman's intuition, and so long as he could appreciate what little (to nothing) she offered in the capacity of her appearance, well, he could look away. She was not used to such looks out of season, but during? And there had been nothing to show for it, bar the castrated line of dead men. Only Gristle survived that year with her, but then he had not tried to mount her and wisely stayed far away from her. 

I bite as well as I barter. I'll have no women barking orders at me, was her rejoinder. As for men? Well, if they had the jewels, she would take them. And that would be that. This one had offered her a spot, and was evidently questionable in morality, but when choosing between two evils Wednesday often went with the one she had never tried before. But that was that. The women could try their hand, too, but it'd be fatal.