Hua nursed at the princess's breast with an arm wrapped around Salma's waist, and Salma kissed the queen, deep and sloppy, the two thick matriarchs moaning into each other's mouths while the man beneath both their attentions kept the entire machine running.
When one of them fell, and they fell often, collapsing gasping and glazed into the furs, he simply lifted his head and looked at the edge of the hall.
"You. Towel."
