Two Eyes Cenote [m][wp] Garter

Bud and all, she swallows the peyote without so much as a wince and the fellahin is left contemplating if the woman is truly after a good time or otherwise trying to escape something. It is not in pursuit of confidence- that she has plenty of.

Eset straightens herself. “You will have thirty minutes to conduct business,” she explains, though she doubts the woman is here on diplomatic grounds.

“After which, I shall not spoil,” but she will know true elation. Soon she would see music and taste colors and the festival god Shesmu may even deign to partner with her in dance.

Eset is envious, she realizes, craving also to be stripped of objective verities for the night.