On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card. It was like a Christmas card-on one side were those words, in semi-oriental characters:
“Chang and Tai” would be most pleased to have the honor of your presence to sacrifice 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 represented-delicately drawn and painted-a naked woman standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were joined, tied to a rope, hanging presumably from the ceiling. She was facing a green bronze buddha, fat-bellied and sardonic, in front of which were burning little perfume censers.
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a Greek letter, shaped as an upside down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
Max had added 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 went into 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 mid-thigh. The legs were naked. She had white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was of raw silk that clung to the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocative breasts were visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contrast 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 they all entered a large room with green silk covering on the walls. In one side a big Buddha made of green bronze in a 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 decorated with flowers and dragons.
Monique, getting used to the very dim light, saw the two Anamits, kneeling in front of the Buddha, and they got 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 Buddha. It was only at that moment that Monique saw the Buddha's colossal phallus. In full erection, and shining under the multicolored lamps. A strange smile was forever ornating the bronze colossal 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 familiar warmth filled her veins. Her eyes were looking over Tai's shoulders at the sardonical Buddha, 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 in the shape of a foot. Then Chang took some incense 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 intimates displayed by the mirror. Then Tai took a little gray 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, and her whole body was soon overcome by that intoxicating sensation of pleasure.
Monique could not hold back a deep sigh and she offered the other breast. But Tai was lingering 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 touching only one globe, drawing large circles, and then pinching the nipple, tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and then again… 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 was getting painful, so hard was the excitation. And then it went to the other breast. Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Buddha, 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 impassive 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 on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened like the two branches of a compass. Monique was holding firmly the multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet preventing her from sliding, keeping her from getting tired too easily. Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let Chang see her sex between her legs; it had no importance. Nothing was important but her pleasure. And anyway, how many eyes had already contemplated, in a mirror, her intimacy. 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.