“I gave odds you’d be here admiring this sculpture.”
“Really? Why?”
At the princess’s nod, I looked back to the sculpture, in which Shiva’s arm reached around Parvati’s back to fondle her breast.
“Oh. Yes. Very much my sort of thing.”
“You and any man,” she said.
Philip Brewer
Writer: science fiction and fantasy, personal finance, and Esperanto
