A certain beautiful woman was shaving it, all rolled up to her navel, her legs spread wide, and she was seated on a wide, spacious chair. She was very happy looking at it, after she was very cleanly shaved, and, mockingly, carelessly, she put her finger inside the thing. And as she wiggled her hips, responding to the used lure, she immediately gave it a certain taste. But when she realized it wasnt real, she said: "Woe to me! What am I doing? This isnt the fuel for this fire." 2 A sleeping maiden was dreaming, Fray Melchor de la Serna
