Dawning Suns: The Price of Fame

450 words today, which brings me to 2595. It's about time to figure out how to wrap up this particular scene. Maatrya has inadvertantly made herself famous, and is now having to deal with the perennial rock star issue of having too many people want to bed her for the prestige. Oh, the quandry.

“Pleasant evening?” Nekhari’s words held a barb deep within them, but Maatrya was now too tired to unveil it.

“An evening of foolish women brought on by my own foolish actions.” Maatrya dropped to the pallet next to where her sister crouched, wincing a little as the thin reeds failed to save her fully from the unyielding nature of the tiled floor.

“I thought you might have enjoyed such a run of women all trying to warm your back for you,” Nekhari tilted her head to the side in inquiry, and again Maatrya heard the sting in her seemingly pleasant words. She narrowed her eyes to glare at her sister.

“You can't really think I've bedded all of them!” She faltered. “Do you?”