There she was, in her splendiferous beauty, regaled by all. The Queen of Queens. The one, the only Cleopatra, bathed in asses milk, in skin so fair as to put the white silken sheets she’d laid on to shame. Adorned by priceless jewels, from the crest of her Raven-black hair to the tail of her slithering Asp. As her many labouring rowers, sweat-drenched bodies rowed her down Denial.