Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

sabah had called.
pharaoh left the bath swiftly, leaving a trail of drippings.
before long there were voices in the corridor but satsu could not discern what was spoken, only that there were words at all. a shape moved by the doorway and a gust of air slipped sabah's scent to her.
satsu rose, shook the water from her thin shoulders and tidied herself, then slunk from the doorway to the hall.
a dark shape followed pharaoh in the direction of his chambers; she danced along to follow, drawing upon the archway as the large stranger moved through it and saw her betrothed with a scarred, one-eyed man.