Bored, Sukkana reaches for the hilt of her ceremonial sword (a harmless toy, her real sword being left in her personal chambers for obvious security reasons).  Tossing the blade from hand to hand, twirling it in the air, catching it one-handed behind her back and then spinning around to face an imaginary foe.<br/><br/>"oh-HO!  Sir Dunderclive!  So finally we meet.  You thought you could get the drop on me, eh?"  A series of deft jabs and feints at the nearby tapestry relieved some of the monotony.  Sukkana ducked under her enemy's attack and came up with a fierce lunge.  "Take that, you ridiculous son of a pig!"<br/><br/>Tossing the sword aside with a "CLANG," Sukkana sank back down in her posh purple chair and looked at the titles of some of the other books in the case, reading aloud.<br/><br/>"The Wedding of Sir Mortimer."<br/>"The Romancing of Lady Matilda."<br/>"Love Poems of the Rose Sages."<br/>"Courtly Waltzes."<br/>"The Gentle Delights of Duchess Henrietta."<br/><br/>"Bleh.  Nothing but boring bland reading there.  The travel book on the way over here was more interesting than any of these.  I wonder how these people would react to some of the books in<em>my</em>personal collection?"<br/><br/>Lady Sukkana giggled aloud at her own suggestion, imagining a room full of shocked and appalled fuddy-duddies and courtly matrons, gasping like fish on a riverbank as she read aloud a select passage from the extremely graphic and very pornographic tomes of Madam Lysissa, the whore queen of a thousand dark delights.<br/><br/>"Well, maybe they keep the good stuff somewhere else."  Sukkana said, with a wry smirk.  "Maybe<em>they</em>are the ones who think<em>I'm</em>the one liable to take offense.  Ha!  What a joke<em>that</em>would be!"<br/><br/>Hearing footsteps outside on the smooth-as-glass stone floor, Sukkana opened the door and took a look at who was walking by, and was quite glad she did.  Looking the attractive female form up and down, it was all she could do to suppress a whistle of approval (a common practice in the markets of her own country).  Not sure if the girl had seen her or not, Sukkana's hand involuntarily went to her crotch, rubbing gently the front of her long coin-embossed V-shaped skirt.<br/><br/>