Two Eyes Cenote nymph, then a virgin

Heart pounding, blood shimmering; her skin is alight, ears aflame with the all-encompassing rush. Eset.
Pacing herself, slowing. She pauses. The moonlight cascades over the sloping back of the servant girl, the commoner; there is power here, an imbalance that Zaahira had vowed to never take advantage of—
I would like you to kiss me. the pelt from her shoulders slumps to the floor. It is the only thing I will ever ask of you.