On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card, it was like a Xmas car on one side were those words, in semi-oriental characters:
“Chang and Tai would be most pleased if you honorate the of your presence to sacrify to the great Lambda, when the full moon will reach the top of the trees. Then the Lotus flower will open, and the fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos, and the love song will go to the stars.”
The other page was representing, delicately drawn and painted, an naked woman standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were reunited tied to a rope hanging presumably from the ceiling She was facing a green bronze bouddah, full-bellied and sardonical, in front of which were burning little perfume burners…
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a greek letter, shaped as an uspide down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
Max had joined a little note telling her to be in the wood, at a certain point, at nine o'clock, and giving her some instructions as to the way she should be dressed.
The afternoon seemed endless to the young girl, and so was the evening… Immediately after the dinner, she went to her room to get ready… Fortunately the night was quite dark at this early hour, over the dresses that he had asked her to put on she threw a long black cape, and met Max in the woods. He was waiting for her, dressed in dark blue flannel. They walked silently together to Chang's villa.
A little anamit, naked, her loins encircled by a large black scarf, covering her pubis opened the door without saying one word. She had small and hard breasts and seemed hardly thirteen. They same in a room where one lamp, dimmed with a violet filter, was giving a strange light.
Monique took her cape off, and put a white silk mask over her face. Max looked at her she was wearing a very short white flannel skirt, that displayed generously the wonderfully shaped legs, and was rather a tennis skirt than a real dress. It stopped at mid-thighs. The legs were naked. She had white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was or raw silk that clinged to the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocating breasts were visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contracts between the tanned flesh, the dark nipples, and the pale amber color of the blouse, were most delicate. She had also a little beret of white cotton posed, slightly sideways on her hair.
Monique and Max followed the little anamit girl, and the all penetrated in a large room with green silk covering all the walls, and in one side, a big Bouddah; made of green bronze, in sitting position, was displaying its monstrous stature, lit by little lamps encircling its colossal base. From the ceiling colored streamers were hanging, with delicately painted dragons and flowers… And everywhere, in an artistically, created disorder, were silk cushions also decorate with flowers and dragons…
Monique, getting used to the very dim light, saw the two anamits, kneeling in front of the Bouddah. They caught up and came to them.
He was dressed traditionally with the long frock, of dark silk, and the little sharp pointed shoes. She was wearing only the black silk pants, and on her chest two sharp and erected breasts were pointing their hard nipples toward the ceiling.
They bowed in front of the visitors, and Chang kissed Monique's hand. Then they took them to the Bouddah. It is only at that moment that Monique saw the Bouddah's colossal phallus. In full erection, and shinning under the multicolored lamps. A strange smile was forever ornating the bronze colossus face.
Chang showed Max to a silk cushion in one corner of the room and gave him cigarettes, he added with a strange smile: “You can smoke it, it is only tobacco… Then he came back to his place behind Monique on a big cushion, also decorated with dragons.
Tai came to Monique and, sitting in front of her, contemplated the offered breasts enhanced by the strange cut of her blouse. She gave the pink nipples two soft kisses that had Monique shivering. Chang was admiring the long legs, under the dress, and also the magnificent back… His eyes were already shining with desire.
Slowly, and so delicately that she hardly realized it, he unhooked the blouse, and Tai took it off. The young girl blushed a little while the premonitory warmth filled her veins. Her eyes were looking, over. Tai's shoulders, at the sardonical Bouddah, but she did not see Chang, remove one corner of the carpet, and thus unveil a mirror, on the ground with two cavities on each side, with the shape of a foot… Then Chang took some encense and ceremoniously put it in the burners… A strange and powerful smell filled the room.
Tai took Monique over the mirror that nothing was lighting. Then she fixed her hands at two variegated streamers, stopped. Then a dim, pink light came from under her, on the mirror. The shape of her perfect legs was enhanced by her very high heels.
Her thighs closed, Monique was waiting, breathing the penetrating smell of the subtle perfumes. She felt Chang coming close behind her with his pillow.
Tai was admiring the superb breasts. She covered the soft globes with her small hands and gave the teats very soft and slow caresses. Monique closed her eyes, letting joy come in her, feeling Chang's eyes on her intimities, displayed by the mirror. Then Tai took a little grey feather, very light and silky, and with its tip she started caressing the nipple of one breast. It communicated a delightful sensation to the whole body of the young girl. The nipples suddenly hardened and got erected, her whole body was soon overflowed by that intoxicating sensation of dim pleasure.
Monique could not hold a deep sigh, she offered the other breast… But Tai was remaining on one breast, looking intensely at the erection of those breasts, spying the smallest shiver on that abandoned flesh. Under the increasing excitation, Monique was twisting her belly, and Chang was following in the mirror the undulations of the bottom.
But the excitation became unbearable, in vain was she trying to offer the other breast Tai was only one globe, drawing large circles, and then escalading the nipple tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and then again, turning around the mammal… and up, and down… In a light and unbearable touch…
Now Monique was convulsively dancing, like the oriental dancers, over the revealing mirror, for Chang's pleasure.
The feather once again resumed its tickling of the nipple that as getting painful so hard was the excitation… and then went to the other breast… Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Bouddah, facing her, seemed to laugh at her delightful torment. She had the feeling that her breasts had doubled their volume under the titillation of the feather… And she understood the sense of the sentence. “…The fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos” that she had read on the invitation card.
Then Tai spoke with mellifluous tones:
“Little occidental girl, open your legs, and place your feet where the Master wants you to place them…”
Monique, sighing, the pulse beating hard at her temples, looked at Tai', but she had an absolutely impassible face, and was still caressing the globes with her feather. Then Monique slowly opened her legs and placed her feet in the two inclined holes that were placed on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened like the two branches of a voluptuous compass… Monique was holding firmly the multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet, preventing her from sliding, avoided her to be tired too easily. Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let Chang see her sex between her legs, its had no importance… Nothing was important but her pleasure… And anyway, how many eyes had already contemplated, in a mirror, her intimity… Tai was also sometimes looking at the yawning pink slit, but her hand was carefully caressing the exacerbated teats. Chang was taking a very great pleasure in that voluptuous sight, and could feel his member erect under his black silk pants.