What it produced in the women who were sitting within a hundred-meter radius was not dramatic. Not the aphrodisiac catastrophe it would become at higher cultivation stages. Just the specific, low-grade, persistent warmth of a body that had been sitting in a room slightly too warm for the last several hours and had noted this and was not unhappy about the noting.
The young warrior against the wall had her knees together.
They had been together for some time.
Her expression was the expression of someone thinking about something that was not the wall.
Three fires over, two women were having a conversation about absolutely nothing in the specific, slightly distracted way of two people whose conversation was a social performance and the audience was their own attempt to maintain normalcy.
One of them had, at some point in the last hour, moved slightly closer to the other.
Neither had acknowledged this.
