As Honour pondered the implications of what had pretty clearly been the sound of two (or more) ponies having loud and unfettered intercourse, she found that the Reverend Sister had brought her to another one of those triple-arched doorways. This time, however, the carpet was abruptly ended, and for the last few steps her hooves had loudly clattered against the floor. And instead of three separate hanging carpets covering each of the archways, there was just a single rod across the whole entrance, supporting two sheets of heavy, opaque white fabric curtains. They billowed slightly, and she could feel hot, wet air rush out in packets from within.