My mouth murmured, filled with lip, tongue, moustache
From Shireen: The line is erotic, to the extreme, sexual, and goes against the Victorian ethos of sexual pleasure. The fact that Twanda has no qualms about enjoying physical intimacy erases the domination of her desires. This brief moment of indulgence ignores the cultural conventions of proper posture, of being a lady, and of a lady that she is. It revels in the carnal plenitude of the touch and her ownership of her body. In the way of demon tradition, putting Beverly's realistic advice in juxtaposition with her own indulgence, Twanda recognizes the notion of female orgasm as legitimate and self-autonomous, free from norms' definitions.