- Perhaps, Sophie does not lie - gave a profound verdict to Henry.

Brother and sister sat on high wicker chairs, carried inside the Temple. In the afternoon, Henry returned the jeans, but did not return the panties, but Jessica had to dress in the native, in a tunic of fine white fabric, her head was decorated with a crown. Knuckles with pearls. Nothing fancy, but elegant.

All evening they observed the celebration of the Full Moon and were rather tired. They did not understand the words of the songs and speeches of the participants of the holiday addressed to them. They could only admire dancing, listen to uncomplicated music and nod meaningfully. Now the ceremony of giving gifts to the Goddess, the symbol of which was the moon, began in the women's prayer house.

- What are you talking about?

The female half of the tribe of oruchs gradually filled the entire prayer hall of the temple. Henry shivered. Suddenly, he felt himself in a women's bath. Girls and women, some dressed obviously lighter than required, whispered and gurgled. It was hot. Draft from window openings could not cope with ventilation. The torches smoked little, but there were many.

- Look at their bodies. They are not red as Indians, not black as Negroes. Coffee color.

- you what? Colorblind?

- Well, coffee with the addition of copper.

- I would say with different amounts of copper. Someone is darker, someone is lighter.

“Someone is more golden, someone less,” such an epithet seemed to his brother more accurate, “Then - figures.” They are gangly, often dry, no one has a Negro thickness.

- And the face - no black swellings.

- Yes, faces in general. European In some movie I saw such a girl!

- For example, “Professional” with Belmondo. The girl is a prostitute.

- Exactly! She had such skin!

- But she is a mulatto! A mixture of white with a berber. And where are the mulatto here?

- Not. Here is the color ... so and yet not so ...

- Berbers? On tropical islands?

“So, back to Sophie!” “Henry remarked that Jessica frowned,” Misha of blood confirms the story of the arms.

Jessica raised an eyebrow, but the clarifying question was too lazy to ask. The hall has become quiet.

- Now it is clear where the arms draw genes. Whom the sea has nailed to them is what they enjoy. The messengers of the gods. - Henry snorted.

Vfuku approached him sternly and looked at him. The priestess stood between their chairs a little behind, touched the young man’s shoulder. A spark ran over his skin.

- You choose. Now.

The choir sang. The movement began in the hall, trays and baskets became visible in the light of the torches.

- I hope you have enough brains first to choose Lbutu? - Jessica hissed, priestess startled.

- Who is it?

- Daughter of the leader, moron.

- Yes, I can not remember their names! Where is she?

- In the far left corner, in the second basket, the fourth head.

Henry exhaled, now not to lose Lbutu sight.

The chorus sang softly. The girls, having broken into groups, with bows began to bring baskets and trays closer to the "Goddess messengers." The group with Lbutu, the largest, moved forward first, the girls, clasping a gigantic basket with incomprehensible fruits for the wicker handles, with visible effort placed it at the feet of the white. The priestess took a microscopic step and stiffened. Henry rose from his chair, majestically extended his hand toward the princess and announced to the crowd:

- Lbutu!

A roar of delight rolled through the hall, the other girls at the basket began to bounce and hug. At the sign of the priestess, Lbutu passed behind the altar.

The next group was small, the girls dragged a tray with bananas to Henry. The extreme did not have enough space, and the young man paid attention to her. The girl for some reason had a bang, but there was no headdress.The woven miniskirt emphasized flawlessly smooth legs, without any speck or decoration. Henry chose her and came up with a nickname. "Fringe with legs".

Another girl was separated from the next group, this time with her head covered. In her hands she held a tub of eggs. Blinking her eyes narrowly and blinking her eyes, she almost carried the eggs past Henry, but at the time she caught herself and leaned over to set the pot between the rest of the gifts. Oh God, what a chest! Henry got up to look at the neckline on top - on the girl was a bra. He turned to the priestess and nodded admiringly. Vfuku took the "Nearsighted Chest" behind the altar.

The fourth group was also numerous, and Henry immediately identified a dyed blonde with a short haircut among the girls. She was head and shoulders above the rest, thin, and smiled at Henry so fervently that the guy immediately pecked. If not for his skin color, he would have taken the girl for a European. Vfuku guessed his choice and hissed in his ear.

- Not. Not she. Too thin. Men do not want to.

Henry looked at the priestess in surprise, looked at the girl. Well, thin, but everything is in place. And with a challenge he extended his hand in the direction of the Blond Dilda. She screamed and clapped her hands. Vfuku gritted her teeth and obeyed, pointed out to Henry's chosen one for the altar.

In the next group, on one of the girls, Henry saw a familiar mole on his neck despite an excess headgear, he recognized and chose the songholder, the one who so defiantly posed for him in 69 posture the day before.

- “Sosa”, this girl will be “Sosa” - Jessica burst into a fist, and Henry realized that he had said this phrase out loud.

Neither Vfuku nor Sosa paid any attention to Jessica's reaction. Chosen Henry looked at the envoy of the Goddess appraising, but meekly went to the altar.

The sixth group of girls pushed forward a very young almost girl. She was wearing a white shirt with a wide neckline several sizes larger than necessary. The girl knelt down and handed Henry some strange fruit. He could not look at the fruit because he was staring at the two bronze elastic balls that appeared in the neckline, rather wide apart, but to the horror of beautiful ones. The girl looked at Henry with a fright, and when he nodded, she smiled and turned to her friends in delight. Vfuku barked at Two Balls, calling for order, and the girl obediently followed the priestess.

The favorite of the seventh group was pushed forward with a basket so that the girl almost sat in the avocado. She froze, ridiculously bulging pubis. Whether Henry was tired of choosing, or something else, but the young man hesitated. Vfuku spoke something encouraging in his ear, but the envoy of the moon did not understand a word. Jessica decided to help:

- Vfuku lobbies this woman.

- I do not like her! She has a plump pubis.

- You, fool, still choose skin and bones, there must be a variety?

It’s not true that Sosa has something to hold on to, Henry thought, but he agreed aloud with the choice of Vfuku:

- Ok, let it be "plump pubis."

Women who were not chosen by Henry flowed to the walls, and since he had to make the last choice, the eighth group seemed to be detached. Among them, the young man saw women of rather old age, and only one liked him. This girl was dark-skinned, as if refuting an ethnographic discussion with her sister. At the bottom of the basket, which she brought to Henry, flashed nuts. The audience frowned disapprovingly. The girl bowed, wanted to say something to the messengers of the Goddess of fertility, but stopped. Only folded lips full letter "O", and Henry melted. It seemed to him that the washed jeans still sat, and in the most inappropriate place.

The proud sponge of the winner “Sponge O” followed the altar, and only now the young man noticed how poorly dressed she was in relation to the others.

- Is that all?

“No,” answered Vfuku, “Now is a feast, tomorrow is a ceremony.”

Henry exhaled, well, at least give devour. The priestess is gone.

- I hope I do not have to fuck all eight at once?

Jessica ignored obscenity:

- Do you understand why groups of women are different?

- Nah.

- These are clans. Families. You have a girl from each clan.

**

Henry looked at his jeans with longing in his loins: were they sitting down or not? In the bathhouse he turned into a sheet, the fabric no longer seemed coarse to him. Jessica was not ...