Machiko's hand fumbles with a zipper on her purse. Eventually, the leather purse opens. Next to her pocketbook is the bottle. She looks at it. She knows what's in there. She saw it on the video. At once, it disgusts her, but at the same time, she desires it.
She knew who it came from now. It wouldn't matter which one, either Sayuri or Sakura. If they were identical twins, then it would be exactly the same. But it did matter which one, she thought to myself. An image of both of them surrounding her comes unbidden to her mind.
Her fingers tap wildly against her leg. She did that when she was nervous. Finally, she closed her eyes and pulled the bottle out of her purse. She can feel its tiny warmth; it's almost at room temperature. Now that it's finally in her hand, she can look at it.
She pushes her glasses up her nose as she examines it. The cap she pops open a moment later. She drops the cap into her purse and looks inside the bottle.