Two Eyes Cenote atsui hi (wp)

tosses her at u <3 using wp/cp 1 + 2 for this thread!

ah, the trials of womanhood. the pain of loneliness. the yearning for what — who — she will never have.
the party is grand. the fellahin outdo themselves, always; the food delectable, the drink intoxicating. and for the whole night, her mind continued to wander.
at first, it had been thoughts of the newly-crowned semer-wati and pharaoh, her chosen spouse; the bitterness that still edged her gaze every time it fell upon him. relief came only in the remembrance that it was the golden godhead who held the crown and not him. ma'at had decided so.
and then there was eset.
every time the glassy eyes of tangerine crossed her form, zaahira popped another fermented berry between her lips. and that had resulted in, for lack of better description, an absolutely plastered mazoi. so much so that she had not even noticed how clumsy-footed she had become, stumbling and bumping and nearly stopping to vomit at least thrice. she registered a bit too late that her unfeeling shoulder had jabbed right into the ribcage of one foreign alabaster-pelted guest.