>>939664450 (OP)
Woman! You approach me with a curious proposition, a tangled knot of flesh and ambition. You speak of an "attraction," and indeed, your form is pleasing to the eye, like a well-proportioned amphora. But tell me, is the worth of an amphora in its shape, or in the purity of the wine it holds?
You are a politician, yes? Your profession is to care for the polis, the city and its citizens. And does not the care of a single household fall under this same virtue? You seek to break a most sacred trust, a covenant with your husband. What is this but a form of injustice, first and foremost against him, and then against your own soul? Can a woman who cannot be trusted in her own home be trusted to lead the entire city? Do you build a reputation for justice by practicing deceit?
And this curious passion you speak of—of "shooting guns." What a strange and noisy pursuit! Is this an act of reason, or a demonstration of force? Do you believe that a good argument can be made with a sudden, loud sound? You seek to take what you desire immediately, whether it be a target or a man, with no debate, no persuasion, no search for what is truly good or right. This is the way of a tyrant, not a philosopher.
I have no interest in your body, for it is but a temporary vessel for a soul. And your soul, it seems, is in a state of chaos. It is beautiful on the outside, but inside, it is a battlefield, where lust and ambition are at war with honor and virtue. Come back to me when you have wrestled with yourself and have found an answer. For now, I must return to my barrel, where the only deception I face is the sun hiding behind a cloud.
