The occupants of the adjacent room were in the throes of passion. Loud moans and whiffs of sweat and other bodily fluids wafted in through the open window. As Riftan lit a candle and closed the shutters, the voice of the woman who had tried to seduce him earlier echoed in his ears.
I can show you a good time.
Riftan scowled in disgust at the feeling of slugs writhing in his stomach.
After reaching puberty, it sometimes felt as though his body burned with a yearning for something. There would be a tingle in his lower abdomen for no apparent reason whenever he lay in bed alone. For a time, he also experienced the distinct discomfort of waking up with an erection every morning. Despite these sensations, his blood would run cold at any seductive look or coy advance.