Cicale's touch was cool on Alayne's heated, bare shoulder. It traced the path from her shoulder up the length of her neck and jaw to her chin, exertin...g a slight pressure so that once again Alayne gazed into the woman-king's eyes. The intense look remained and then changed slightly with a flicker that Alayne knew. Lust.As the king, Cicale could have any man or woman in the room that night without so much as a word, Alayne hardly dared to hope that it was she who was about to be chosen.Cicale. Over time though I stopped fooling myself.If I'm honest with myself, I got into it simply for the attention and to be desired. I'm not being overly critical of myself, just honest, when I say I'm a very plain looking person. Nothing wrong with it, simply the way some of us are. The spots I went to were visited by either gay men or straight/bi men. The gay men of course had no interest in me. The bi men though, many of them were my age and older. Many were married. Many had a non existent sex. I'm really glad. Let's get dressed and head over to the park." Soon, the two young women were seated across from the old woman. Paige's body language betrayed her nervousness. But she screwed up her courage and began. "Thank you for taking the time to see us. The reason we're here... well, it concern Lyla. She would like to see about making the changes permanent." The old woman turned her gaze directly on Lyla. "Really, dear?" she asked. "Are you sure?" "More so than I've been sure of anything. When I got back you werent there. I looked around and saw you at the bar talking to two men. You were flirting, touching them and leaning into their bodies. Your sarong was slightly parted and I could see glimpses of your mound. It looked wet. The band started up with New Orleans jazz and the atmosphere was raucous. The bartenders got up on a little balcony above the bar holding strands of multi colored beads. They started yelling in true Mardi Gras fashion Ladies show us your tits. The crowed.