Soul Tracks: Rampant and Unruly

Four sets of offerings sit before the shrine. Three sticks of sandalwood incense stand in a bronze censer, their smoke winding through the mist and filling the room and shrine with an uncanny air of mystery. I sit beside the altar table, quietly watching the woman before me. She wears a long white dress, her hair falling down her back. An unusual, beautiful light glimmers in her eyes. I think, she must be a woman, right? Before the desk, a naked woman kneels on a black lacquered cushion. The dim yellow lamplight obscures her face, but I can make out her lustrous skin, her delicate chin, slightly distorted by a smile, her pearly white teeth, her graceful neck, her full, firm breasts, her smooth, flat lower abdomen, and the mysterious triangle hidden in the shadows beyond the light.

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