Two Eyes Cenote Ikaheka

Medusa was interested immediately. Unable to read the room, she couldn’t see the extent of Esets feelings toward her… but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize there was some dislike there. Medusa would feel more concerned if there was no undercurrent of that tension. She’d know then that no one here really held any regard for the safety of their Pharaoh. Someone had to be under the fire—how to prove, though, that it shouldn’t be her? 

Eset was kind enough to provide a way, albeit a risky one. Still, Medusa had eaten her fair share of unsavory shit to figure out what it would do. And some was learned under the tutelage of the priests and priestesses of that faraway place, for ritual. 

Give it here then, Medusa said with a tilt of her head, thin grin widening. Shit, maybe a side effect would be to dry up her fuckin teats for good. Not that she needed to worry about that this very second, having utilized the herbs Tavina had given her.