The Lady Kalika

She is more than polished wood and taut string. More than an inanimate object that only comes to life when touched, caressed. She is a lady of extraordinary beauty and passion. And I am in love with her. She fills me with a desire like no other, makes me drunk with a lust that words cannot begin to describe. And I am not ashamed to make love to my lady in front of an audience.


After four hands travel across Thassa and along the Vosk, we have finally headed south and arrived in the city of Ar. It is the largest of all cities, the most heavily trafficked by Merchants. Asia accompanied me all the way to House Veneficus before departing on business of her own, before leaving me in the company of a virtual stranger... none other than the very same lady who invited me to come to Ar and entertain her with music.

Idle talk was rather curtailed and to break the ice, I did offer to play my Kalika for Circé. Although it is difficult for me to recall any of her reactions during the musical ensemble, I do think she was moved by the sweet timbre of my lady's subtle moans and cries of extasy. Because afterward, when I looked upon her, she seemed to heave with breath and her forehead was slightly blushed.

Circé excused herself shortly thereafter, and I now wonder if my lady and I embarrassed her with our flagrant love for one another. Perhaps I shall have to tone down our passion a bit while in Ar, for I am not altogether abreast with all of the customs and requirements of the mainland city, which alone stands as a pinnacle standard for all other mainland Gorean cities, in calendar and in currency and in social etiquette.

At any rate, my hostess did not seem displeased. I hope her friends are not displeased with me either when I and my Lady Kalika are pressed to entertain them all at Circé's behest.