three vermillion snakes of female face

Curled up on a setee inside her quarters, T'Pring is achieving a dual purpose: she is meditating, and she is waiting for her wives. Her interviews for the day have already been completed, so all that is left is meticulous, stewarding attention to events already witnessed.

Those events not yet witnessed will include laughter, both high and tinkling and low and sultry; scowls, both light and playful and heavy and alluring; glances, both meaningful and meaningless.

There is always a logic to this escapade. Always a certain divinity to observing Christine and Nyota experiencing the utmost of bliss and joy.