The reddish-brown water streams downwards, creasing the mud floor. The small stream coming from above in the wall, and downwards at the edge of town into a cavity. You follow the flow downwards, and reach the end of the stream. But you see that besides it lies a woman; lying on her  side, at the edge of the bank, she caresses the stream with her hands.

The woman turns to face you. She smiles at you.

She is hopelessly beautiful. Her hair is as black as darkness but she is so pale...her eyes are like two gleaming green jades...and her smile fills you with a tender feeling.

She is not one of the whore nymphs. Maybe she's just a nymph...