Two Eyes Cenote [m] zinc

The flowers sweetened around them, wan and flittering beneath the twist of body and the gratified flush of breath. Her gaze touched upon the beautiful purple eyes of the sesh where a mending warmth spread.

It was not Eset that Tavina came for. She understood this. They did not come for Eset-

though for the illusion of a former obsession; or an unnamed woman outside their possession; or the glimpse of a lost love. It was never her they came for- but the vision she could sell. This was her value.

Exploited, once. No longer. She’d have a choice in it- when, how. With who.

She falls into a languid silence beside Tavina while her body undulates in successive ripples. She feels whisperings of the dark gods. To Tavina, she would not speak such things. She knew the doctor would seek to remedy the wry parts of her- it is what doctors do.