Moiraine was still staring at the bookshelf in horror as Siuan caught up with her.
'Carefully curated and not in the colour coded way. I always think people who do that aspire to be an interior decorator but can't follow through. How can you find a book if they are all in colours? You need to line it up by author. Doesn't need to be alphabetical, what a waste of time.'
Siuan followed Moiraine's direction.
'That's some high quality smut there. Have you read these ones? The author releases a book every couple of years. Can recommend, she really writes women well. And the sex scenes are effortlessly thrilling. That last book set on the cruise ship where the cranky librarian spanks the captain's daughter and it all snowballs from there? Didn't see that working to start off with, sounded like a carry on film but it was one of my favourites. Screwing on the washing machine at the laundrette below deck? I wouldn't mind trying that.'
Siuan stopped talking when she saw Moiraine's face. She looked shocked, even upset. Siuan reasoned that not everyone discussed erotica as frankly as she and maybe she'd embarrassed her guest. Especially if she had her heart set on Lan. These books were for a sapphic audience.
'Sorry, I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable.'
'I have seen them around' said Moiraine hesitantly.
Siuan waited but nothing more was forthcoming.
'Ok well, if they are your kind of thing, happy to lend them to you.'
Moriraine's expression was unreadable.