You dare.

"Umm.. what does each number.. err.. signify?" Your voice slurrs a bit and your vocabulary feels slightly absent right now, but the question makes the priestess' eyes light up in aproval. She speaks again, with well versed voice:

"One is the number of spring. The celebration of life anew. A womans ascension from the singular to motherhood.

Two is the number of equinoxes, of opposites. Woman and man, light and dark, strong and weak, good and evil. A reminder of the necessity of both.

Three is the number of the summer solstice, respresenting the three aspects of womanhood and the cycle of life. A rite of devotion and one of initiation.

Seven is the number of the winter solstice. The end of a year and the absolution of our past sins. It is a ritual of cleansing.

Twelve is.. the number of the times inbetween, of community and diversion. Usually saved for festivities, most males agree it can be the most taxing.."

She quiets for a bit, giving you a second to look around and appreciate the sexual energy oozing of these women, the dewy silk clinging to their naked bodies, their lust barely conceiled.