They were decorated in all manner of beads and pretty trinkets, with elaborate tattoos that seemed to flow across the large expanses of bare skin in continuous patterns. Some had short skirts of leather, while others had breach clouts that left a lot exposed. Most wore a bright strip of fabric that encased their breasts, while others were completely topless. I could hear Seth swearing under his breath now, but for a different reason other than a moral objection, as to the wanton appearance of these women.
Why had John a priest at that, not told me of how extreme these women had taken their little society? We came to the center of the village and John dismounted as did the rest of us.
It was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life. My body had completely let me down. It had been manageable, while seated in the saddle to remain objective looking and seemingly in control, but having to dismount and stand revealed an embarrassingly hopeless reaction in relation to how much visual stimulation I was receiving anywhere and everywhere my eyes went to.
Not being in control of my body was quite humiliating, but worse than that was the feeling that I was somehow letting the Creator down by allowing myself to be affected by the bare and very beautiful female bodies on full display all around me.
Thankfully John did all of the talking. Having come to an agreement that we wanted shelter for the night and that we would be moving on in the morning they invited us to a feast in our honor that night, which he accepted on behalf of all of us.
Their spokeswoman was a tall voluptuous blond, who Seth hadn't managed to take his eyes off of yet. I began to notice an increasingly sensual demeanor of the women towards us and I made a quick decision and turned Flin around. I led him away from the others and back towards the lower village.
I myself had been the subject of a lot of hungry looks, but I did not intend on satisfying any of them much to my body's dismay. About the best thing I could do right now to avoid affronting there barbaric sense of hospitality was to remove myself from the situation as best as I could.
I made my way back towards the lower village my face completely red knowing how it must look to these exotic women, as to what my actions probably insinuated to them. It was not the favorable view that any red blooded male would want thought of him by beautiful women or anyone for that matter.