Golden Lotus took the sweet-smelling flower and put it in her hair. Content, she walked towards the inner scoutyard, leaving Hsi-men Ch'ing alone with Vase Lady.
The summer sunlight made a mockery of her silk skirt, and of the silk trousers she wore beneath, revealing her white flesh to Hsi-men. His passion roused, he lifted her skirt, pulled down her silken trousers, bringing hardness and softness together.
Crossing the mountains with Fire was the game they played..... They did not hear Golden Lotus return, but she heard them. She heard his words as he praised her soft white behind, and she heard his belly slapping it, and she heard the cries they made at the last.