Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

She admits to helping that vile man! With another vile man! Shouldn’t she be offended? She peels herself off the wailing girl, so woeful she is! And making that awful noise.

“Mm nottt drunk enough for this,” she declares and rises to fish Legend out of the bath by the armpit. “M-more wine’ll- fix you.”

The teetering palace catacombs multiply before her very eyes! Since when are there sixteen hallways instead of four? She chooses at random and propels the mazoi forward. Their dribbling hides are dragged back to Legend’s room, and mercifully to the wine. She drinks until her body is set on fire and fills the bowl again until it laps up over the sides. She tongues at the overflow.

“Leggy-  it ok to call you that? Leggy- you’re wasting all your tears on that guy when what you oughtta be doin’ is fantasizing ‘bout how you’d do him in!”

This world is so strange with a surplus of wealth, child-rulers, corrupt Viziers, wrathful gods and an economy hinging on the price of a kiss. Sometimes it took a little imagination to foil misery:

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Room goes dark, curtain falls, major scene change:

SCENE 1

int. Legend's room

Eset: "And now, the two merry murderesses of the Akashingo Catacombs in their rendition of: The Bedchamber Tango."