“The cards never lie,” she said. I repressed a scoff out of deference to her. Normally, I would have loudly expressed my distaste for such nonsense, but there was something about Rhiannon, a feeling I got from her, that reined my rude inclinations. Besides, I thought, if I didn’t indulge her mystical foolishness, there was no way she’d let me fondle her boobies. Beneath her loose cotton blouse, I could tell this woman had succulent tits. So I played along.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov