Back Worship 3
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She gripped the pillow at the base of the dias. A seat for a monarch. She lay upon a cushioned slab that once surveyed an empire, now looking out upon a sea of sand. A place as good as any other for a lowly jackal like her to receive a massage. She buried her muzzle in the pillow folds. The smell of old stone mixed with the sandalwood of Trisโs oils.
โGet to it.โ She said.
The baths called to her, to cool her off from the unending heat, to take her away from company of any kind. A crevice in which to wile away.
Tris touched her, just with the tip of a finger, but enough to make her tense.
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These descriptions are getting out of hand! And it only gets worse. Or better. Depending on your preference. Really the piece is as the title says: back worship, and many of the panels/pages will be so. Back musculature is neat. Shifting, changing, yet familiar, telling the story of what a person does, how they carry themselves, something to worship.
