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Djeserit was a tall, imposing woman with piercing
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black eyes and a strong nose. As long as he had known
her, she had chosen the path of the traditional Egyptian
priest, plucking or waxing or doing whatever it was she
did so there was not a single hair on her head. No
eyebrows, no eyelashes. She was completely hairless.
Pyotr assumed that she extended the practice to the rest
of her body. Not that he had devoted a great deal of time
to pondering the issue; it was simply a logical conclusion. But theirs was not the sort of relationship that
would allow him to investigate firsthand.
Nor would he wish to. She was too strong. Too bold.
Yes, she was highly intelligent, and he liked that in a
consort. Stimulating conversation was as important as
a willing mouth or pussy or ass. But he preferred his
partners beautiful, and somewhat reserved. There was
something about breaching a woman’s defenses, coaxing and wooing her responses, subtly breaking through
her every defense until she not only agreed to, but
begged for, anything he desired. That appealed to him
on the most visceral level.
He could not imagine Djeserit being coaxed or
wooed, could not imagine her begging.
“I am aware. She was treated to the grand tour.” He
allowed himself a brief smile. “And she made a donation.” There was a distinct irony in that, one of Aset’s
Daughters giving money to Sutekh’s worshippers.
“She’s a foot soldier, nothing more. They didn’t even
bother to send an opponent of worth.”
“You are certain that she learned nothing?”
“She learned that we have a roof garden.” He
