Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

Shuyet. She stops spinning. She is almost sad, in this drunken fever.

“Mm you wan- you wanna know something… L-Legend?” She sings against the girl that’s cradled now, paw to wrist, cheek-to-cheek, holding her fast. “I go to many beds… but none are men.” she giggles again between laps of wine, pushing the bowl under Legend’s nose to drink. It spills in red stains on the sandstone.

Then she jumps up! Up onto her four paws and prances about the room, raising her tail to waft the incense. “Boys. Mussss play part, you see, Legend! Act miss sunshine, beautiful, doll-eyes, shy, virtue paragon!! Submissive. Tha’s how they want us. N-no confidence. Nn g-goddesses forbid I, I mean, me, enjoy myself.”

“Y-yyyour haaaandsome prince. He has you, yes, and men. And th-the Queen, and fine it is! No batting eyes. Not f-for me. N-not for women. We-e must be in-nnocent. Annn guess what…Legend?” She whispers now.

“I’ve never been that! Nnooooooot even once, my eentire life!” She drowns in hysterics, doesn’t know what she’s trying to say anymore, only that she feels a great disparity in her chest that she wants gone, and there was only one way to do that.

“S-so, Legend. Will you d….dance with me, then?”

She extends a paw to the girl.