Cassius held Emma tight as she shuddered and collapsed, completely limp against him. He then looked out at the silent, awe-struck crowd, his voice soft but resolute, yet utterly victorious.
"Now, ladies...Now you know the power you hold. That, this is your true capacity for joy! You are not just passive recipients of pleasure; you are fountains! You are storms! You have the ability to generate a volume of this fluid that can save your entire home!"
He let his eyes settle on the front row, whose clothes were still damp.
"And look at ladies here. They are covered in the evidence of Emma's triumph. They are blessed by her bravery."
The women who were sprayed didn't move. Instead of recoil, a few of them hesitantly touched the damp spot on their clothes, a strange, profound reverence in the gesture.
