Orgasm, or Denial?
Opposite from you, you can see the twin doors, those fateful portals, so terrible in their similarity.
Your appearance is greeted with a low hum of admiration and anxiety from the crowd. You look up, the center of attention for all those people gathered and thronging the great galleries of the arena.
As you scan the masses of bodies, your eyes suddenly fix upon the princess, who sits to the right of her mother the queen. Your eyes meet those of the princess, and through that brief connection, you quickly perceive that she knows behind which door awaits denial, and behind which waits orgasm. You expected her to know it. Your quick and anxious glance has asked the question: "Which?". It is as plain to her as if you had shouted it from where you stand.
Her right arm lies on the cushioned parapet before her. You see her raise her hand and make a slight, quick movement toward the right.