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ramesses did not ignore the glitter that passed through him at their touch. he had always wanted satsu, and that was why he had always tried her with his brazenness. 
but nor did pharaoh dwell upon it, for theirs had become for now this hour a partnership of exploration. indulging the sensation would only make him some fellahin seeking to rut in a dark alley, and he was not this sort of individual.
he was the step between god and simple folk.
he allowed satsu to struggle, noting how very short she was. "in my father's land we worship Bes. He protects our young. though His legs are very small, and He is low to the ground, He is still quite fierce."
a snicker, and then ramesses rolled his eyes. "let me," the royal insisted, shouldering gently beyond satsu and near stepping over both she and the ledge. 
narrow, gilded in pools of Ra's glory ahead.
"shall i pull you up?" pharaoh grinned down toward her. "it will unfortunately be rather undignified."