Yes.

The medicine woman leaned closer, her face solemn, yet somewhat sultry. “I can treat it for you. I know how,” she said, her golden eyes level with Xalendra.

The princess did not want to fall ill to this poison, but the nature of the cure was most uncouth in her situation. However, what was important was her health, and she had to swallow her pride for her own sake.

“Then treat it,” she said, legs coming apart slowly as she averted her eyes. “But be quick, please.”

The woman nodded, and came closer. “I'll need you to remove your stockings, and sit upon this pillow,” she said, pulling one of her many pillows forth.

Nervously, Xalendra complied, pushing the pillow beneath her as she stripped her legs of her hosiery. She bit down on her lip before sighing, already feeling something course through her veins. The poison was hot, and she noticed the wound seemed flushed. She also noticed how close it was to her white panties on the inside of her thigh.

As instructed, the medicine woman began quickly. She pushed the layers of skirts up and knelt between Xalendra's legs, golden eyelids falling low as she placed her plump lips around the affected area. The princess stifled a gasp as she felt the moist, suckling sensation upon her bare leg.

She thought it wouldn't feel so... strange if it were a woman were performing this... treatment on her, and yet she couldn't help but find that such was not the case. As the warm, wet mouth pulled upon the smooth skin of her inner leg, Xalendra felt her heart race and her body heat up. She tried to convince herself it was the poison, but some part of her mind seemed to think otherwise.

Suddenly she felt the medicine woman begin to do something a little different behind the bundles of her skirts.