"Zancharthus opened the pouch, took out a long necklace. Torrisanna spread her legs, watching him. He laid the pearls across her mound, then lay down next to her, cupping them against her with his palm. "Lift your legs," he said. She raised them, drawing her knees up, the pearls trailing from her vulva. Juice had run between her buttocks; with his fingertip he rolled and pressed a pearl against the tight slick opening. She yielded; he pushed the end of the loop up into her, then pulled the necklace up between her labiae and over her stomach, handing her the hasp. "You know what to do," he said. She began to tug..."