A few dabs of Woman's own perfume.

"The food is beautiful," Selim said. "Now, let us be sure we are ready. Raise your dresses and turn around." As before, they lifted their hems up until they were bare from toes to nipples. He eyed tall ivory Faraway and solid brown Bess carefully. "Turn slowly..." He moved from one to the other, looking from the distance of a breath, feeling the warmth of their bare flesh on his face.

"Like what you see?" Bess said.

Faraway smirked.

Their just-returned man looked closely at the two ladies, pregnant Bess and tall Faraway. Though Faraway's eyes were hooded and distant, he scented her arousal. His fingertips were still cool from the dampness of her cleft. The tilt of Bess's hips showed her willingness, but her female perfume was faint.

"Ah, one last thing, my ladies." he said. "Hold just as you are."

Selim spread Faraway's female lips again and dabbled her slick moisture more thickly onto his fingertips. She laughed a little, light and high, her eyes looking into the distance.

Selim anointed Faraway with her own juice, lightly daubing hips, navel, nipples, neck, and earlobes. He dipped into Faraway's well again and did the same for Bess, anointing her inner thighs, bottom cleft, navel, nipples, neck, and earlobes. Dipping in lightly once again, he rubbed his fingers over Faraway's great toes.

"Woman's best perfume was ever her own," the steersman said to his women.

Bess's eyes crinkled with a smile as she radiated Faraway's scent from her warm skin.

"Done. Perfect," Selim said.

The two of them lowered their dresses.

"Young Nils will swoon in your arms tonight, Bess," Selim added. "And both of you, neglect not to oil your bottom-holes."

"Mm," Faraway said.

"I did mine already," Bess said. "I'll grease up her bum if she forgets."

"Now Bess, go bring sailor Nils from the bath!" Selim said. "Faraway, help me lay the feast beside the great bed."

Bess chuckled. "I'll close my eyes if he's still playing modest," she said.