"So strange! I mean, can you imagine?" Yasmin giggled--actually giggled, which she would claim she never did.
"Okay, okay, so two lovers have dinner, get the mood set nice and pretty. Things get a little steamy so the lady leads the man off to their candlelit chambers and whispers real sweetly in his ear, 'Mm, lover, I got this sexy new essential oil I've just been dying to use on you: Essence of Agrian. Take me, my burning gladiator of love! Show no mercy! Sheath your sword in me, like Agrian!'"
Bursting into laughter, she buried her face into her arms, shaking with mirth.