Someone stood up at the beeping count of doors sliding open
The woman on my right shoved herself, shoulders leading
Sari trailing and eyes flicking not to me but the woman on the left
Mid scene to plop down on the seat she’s eyed since she stood beside me
One sensed a challenge, eyes meet and who’s the first to yield
Size up the price is right for what white or purple garb stack chips beside their worst guess
Size up the gold hoops or metal necklace or the few karats short
Ha, it is real gold and the woman sighed through her bold red lips
A confrontation between material-clad warriors passed briefly
At least until the door opens and the victorious occupant of the throne stands to leave
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