Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

"kind eyes. rougher touches," silvertongue said, and closed her eyes to laugh, face upturned in pure bright pleasure to the domed scarlet roof overhead. "you are very pretty, charmion. que bonito." her eyes darkened; suddenly her face was very close to his own and she whispered, "he would like you." she bit her lip. "queen satsu would see you dance also," and silvertongue pulled away; she danced merrily ahead of charmion down the corridor in the vague inclination of brainstem which remembered only a past before the greatest agony. her paws helped him to move the stones, her gaze dancing again in teasing warmth as they met his face for a moment.