Translations:Codex: Worshipping the Anubis Queen/9/en

The moment the woman–the Queen, it would seem–is left alone, she sighs and stretches again, shielding her eyes from the glaring sun. “I swear, a change of scenery would not go amiss...” she muses, fantasizing about far-off lands until her subjects return with towels and oils, and a small basket of ‘toys’. Not to mention a bottle of water; it’s thirsty work sitting in the sun all day. She accepts the bottle, taking a slow drink from it before passing it back to her servants. Each takes a turn drinking from it; no point letting cold liquid go warm when all could indulge.