Roslyn supposed she should be grateful that Zelda was ignorant on that score. For all his shortcomings, it was something of a relief that Darrow had not despoiled her.

"When you—" she began, hesitating as she searched for the words that would do this very important job but also not mortify either sister. "When you lie with your husband," or perch on a desk, or find yourself up against a tree on a particularly desolate road on your honeymoon, or— "your level of undress might be whatever your are both comfortable. All that 'matters', in that regard, is that his manhood have access to that most intimate part of yourself between your legs."

Roslyn gestured with her gaze to the part in question before continuing on.

"It will, I'm sure, be uncomfortable—physically and, indeed, emotionally—at first, but while it is not done to admit such things aloud, it can be altogether pleasurable, given...experience." At least, that had certainly been Ros' experience.