Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

"charmion. i am belen," she offered, tones almost artificial in gaiety. "i would have liked to serve the neb in — all ways — but he was startled, i think," she said, open between herself and he in the way of fellahin. that he was a pretty sight himself was a second pleasure, and she found herself thinking of those fine gilded men who had served pharaoh and trained her to do the same. "what sort of man is he, behind a closed door?" she asked of gucci then, tongue caught between her teeth for a smirking moment that perused charmion with an open intrigue.