Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

"not at all," erzsébet rejoined, secretly pleased that the brutish woman found her attractive. she had never decorated herself for the eyes of men, but for her own pleasure, and for that of the beautiful women she kept close at court. "he merely provided me with a gift, to which i promised to grant him the singular thing thing that drives all men mad. what use is it to me?" 

while it was untrue that she did not bet upon some ecstasy from the encounter,  the tumbling was a man was to satisfy the desire for entry. it was the slow burn of dabbling and protracted feminine wooing that the countess most preferred. "you are a lover of women, then?" she asked pointedly, nodding at the other's wash of salt water over her ugly wound.