--Friedrich Nietzsche Imeut led her to a great hall, the ambient light slowly dimming as if some sunset were occurring on the other side of the alabaster walls. On their way, they passed lesser rooms. Nowhere were there doors. The sounds of lovemaking trailed after them, greeted them at each corner turned. Nor was it just the sounds of sex that traveled with them. Even with her attention glued to the perfect, confident flow of Imeut’s body, the sight of entangled flesh teased the periphery of Rene’s vision. By the time they reached the hall, she was shaking. She saw one woman, a man at each hole. Limbs blended, became indistinguishable. The smell of sex and sweat tinted the air. Bodies separated, new partners were welcomed. He wanted her to partake in this? Her chest constricted, the muscles locked up tight so that she couldn’t draw breath. She would never dream this up -- or, if she did, she would have dreamt a better body to go with it. In his arms, in his eyes, she felt desirable.
