Judith

In the good old desert land, where it's easy to offend, one fair damsel in distress pitched a tent for an egress. In the blackest of black nights room she made for bold delights, with nobody to surmise her extent of enterprise woo a man of high import in his camp, as last resort; bring him food and bring him wine till his faculties decline any reasonable doubt as to why it is allowed for a damsel such as ours to beset in a late hour such a man of high repute on the grounds of a dispute. In the orgiastic heat she delivered her last treat and with everything bespoke put the fierce man off his stroke.