"Yes. They are blind to the songs." She placed a hand on Shun's cheek and leaned in close, turning him towards her. Even with most of her face obscured by her mask, she was beautiful. "I doubt I will hear the music over the sounds of our passion," she said, her voice a sultry low whisper, "but it is a necessary sacrifice I make freely. And it is not unheard of, indeed it is possible, that in the throes of ecstasy one may pierce more than the flesh and look beyond into the world of the Real." She took his hand in hers and started leading him up the stairs towards the rooms. "Come, my charmer," she laughed, "we've fun to be had."
Monk girls are weird.