>>5344541Without hesitation or warning, the beautiful yet cruel Prince-Provost Lady Ursa strikes you across the face.
Her blow leaves a red welt across your cheek which stings terribly; you feel the baking furnace of the hot noon sun above scorching the tender skin of your face, although at the same time - you cannot help but notice that her cruel hand is scented with some intoxicating, irresistible musk, some seductive perfume or Black Myrrh of the far deserts or orient. It is so shameful and enticing at the same time...!
(QM: in medieval times a Prince meant simply: princeps, One That Is First. A Prince could thus address any that commanded a Power, a prelate, an abbess, or what would later be called Princess)
