She rose from the sofa, moving toward a small table where a fruit bowl had been arranged. She selected a banana—long, curved, unmistakably phallic in its shape—and returned to sit beside Yurin, holding it up for inspection.
"Do you know what this is?" Chae-won asked, her tone almost playful.
Yurin blinked, slightly confused by the question. "It's… a banana, Mistress?"
"It is." Chae-won agreed, her fingers beginning to peel the fruit with deliberate, unhurried movements. "But it's also something else—a representation, a symbol of what men need from the women in their lives. Not just emotionally or intellectually, but physically, viscerally."
