July was standing in the middle of an ancient bathroom, with a marble bathtub. She was wearing a long red dress full of ribbons. Her face was bright and red, and she was mourning.
Traunum, already naked because he had been waiting for an opportunity in the Shipfest, peeped through a crack to see what was making such a noise, and seeing it was July he opened the door and walked in.
"Can I help you, July?" he asked kindly.
Before she could answer, a chihuahua dog came from under her dress and bit Traunum's ankle. Then the dog just went away, looking satisfied.
Traunum cursed in every language he knew, and in some others he had invented right there.
"That's no way to speak in front of a lady" July said half mockingly-half sternly. "I shall punish you."
She ripped her dress, showing the leather outfit she had under it, and she produced a belt from a rather suspictious place.
The door closed suddenly, and all that could be heard was cracks and Traunum shouting.
"Heeelp! It's not what I had in mind!"