[As she steadies herself and puts her glasses back on, Yenh clenches her jaw. It felt like she was being challenged by a lot of sadistic assholes lately, and it wasn't a trend she felt particularly fond of. She takes a calming breath.]

[Okay, so, it's time to tell a story. That doesn't mean she has to recount it like a bawdy bar tale, though. She turns slightly so that she can address more of the audience.]

The Snow Queen is a goddess possessing a kind and gentle heart. She welcomed me with open arms, offered me a drink, and allowed me to ease us into our night.

[She purses her lips as one ambassador yells out a question about the Queen's breast size.]

Sizeable. Moving on. [Yenh launches into a flowery tale of bedding the Snow Queen, of whom she speaks with gentleness and kindness. She attempts to use as many metaphors as she can, but finds herself having to clarify multiple times with increasingly more explicit language exactly what acts and body parts and sex toys were used and when.]

[She's glad for how much of a nuisance they're being, actually. The frustration is much easier to handle than embarrassment.]

[Through the long and winding path of her tale, she reaches the end.]

... and then I left her to rest.