Sethi reaches their quarters and sets her burdens aside, a jangling of fine, light rings and sloshing of potions filling the empty room.  Her garments follow... she didn't break a sweat with the young guardsman, but she is hardly satisfied. If nothing else, the act has left her feeling a little less inhumane, yet dirtier than killing or thieving.  Why could she not enjoy that release..?  Why is she not relishing the warm afterglow of tension vacated from her body-- an easing of pressure that she almost felt when the boy's desperate strokes had brought to her a quick climax before she'd abandoned the pretense of intimacy?<br/><br/>Naked, she faces the window, casts it open to allow in the humid night air and sound of cicadas.  The chill brings goosebumps to her skin, and she draws a basin of wash water to wipe herself with.