Phei was a man of women.
Beautiful women, especially:
That much had never been some sacred secret hidden beneath layers of noble denial. Anyone with eyes, a pulse, and the tragic burden of basic pattern recognition could see it; whenever a woman beautiful enough managed to quiet the constant noise inside his skull long enough for him to truly notice her, properly notice her, Phei pursued her...
Shamelessly.
Life was already tangled, violent, expensive, and spiritually exhausting enough without adding fake restraint to the list of human inventions that needed to be dragged into a public square and questioned under bright lights.
If a beauty appeared before him dressed like temptation personally handcrafted by bored gods with too much imagination and not enough supervision, Phei saw no reason to pretend he was suddenly blind for the sake of social theater.
Still, despite what people around him probably assumed, it was never only beauty.
