Maria's face erupted in flames.
It was one thing to discuss romance. To discuss feelings.
But this?
This was so far beyond anything she had ever talked about with anyone.
"Wh-What?" She stammered, her voice strangled. "Diana, you can't just—that's—we shouldn't be—"
But Diana was committed now.
She had come this far. She had to see it through.
"I know this is uncomfortable."
She said quickly, her own face burning with embarrassment.
"But you need to understand the full picture."
She took a breath.
"Normally, Cassius is absolutely king in the bedroom."
"No matter how many women he has, no matter how hungry they might be, he absolutely ravages them."
"Takes control."
"Destroys them in ways you can't even imagine."
Maria's blush deepened impossibly further.
She had never heard her elegant, refined friend speak like this. Never.
"This is all because of his...his manhood."
Diana pressed on, desperately ignoring her own burning cheeks.
