🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

-- Absolutely. -- Ushumgallu had to make an effort not to flinch at the word "Lydia." Catching the priestess's hand, he slid it along to her shoulder, to her waist, and a little lower... He felt as if he had just gotten incredibly lucky, and usually, in such cases, a simple "thank you" wouldn't suffice. However, he was an irresistible Calcite lion in boots and with a saber, the son of Kingaludda, and that's how it should be.

Already leaving the Temple, he realized that he was unlikely to return tomorrow or the day after. The time spent with Sparta did not leave that post coitum triste, which often torments men with an overly sensitive emotional makeup, or occurs after intercourse with easily accessible women, but today he lost as much as he gained, and in his sober mind, an unpleasant realization arose – he was unlikely to experience anything quite like it again. Of course, in the lewd conversations of young people, there were often mentions of various substances to enhance such experiences, and hunger has always been the best seasoning... But in the near future, he shouldn't try to find something better than what he just had.
Fortunately, Ushumgallu was not prone to excessive introspection, and he set off to gather the Pharisian brotherhood in the best of spirits. Only his usually restless, greedy eyes now shone with the satisfied bliss of a satiated predator.