It's a beautiful chapter in Eastern fantasy.

She's the most beautiful woman in the world, and she's the one who's the best in the world, and she's the best in the world, and she's the son of a proper master, and she's the one who's in the middle of the night, and she sneaks into his room on the pretext that she's getting the holy things back, and she's looking at him in the dark, and she's got her hands on her back, and she can't look back, she's got her finger on his collar, and she's got her breath on, and he's whispering, and she's just coming back at her feet, and she's pulling him into the bed, and the two of her hearts in the dark are beating together, and the wind blows out the candles, and she's holding his hand, and she can't look back, and she can't remember the beautiful story of Eastern fantasy.