Four hours later in Adulis.
In one of the bars frequented by sailors and Arabian prostitutes. It was a boisterous night, sailors and other males were paired up with young women on low-lying chairs and tables. Some Aksum male musicians were on stage with their instruments singing the most popular romantic songs in the capital.
Enock was drunk with one hand holding his fourth or fifth bottle of cheap wine (he had lost count of the exact number) and the other hand was holding a skinny Arabian girl of about fifteen years. She went by the name of Aesha.
Aesha was having a soft round face with light brown hair tied in pigtails; an olive complexion with thin long limbs. The thing that drew the attention of people towards her was her fist-sized sharp conical breasts pressing against her skin-fitting yellow dress. Aesha was seated on his right hand, she was caressing his chest with her long fingers as he held her small waist. To impress her, he was bragging about himself.
