Azalea Ortega was what they called a polymath. Any endeavor she undertook, she mastered quickly, and she undertook much. No doubt she would have made a fine doctor or lawyer, and wealth was all well and good, but there were lots of ways to come by wealth, and she was a woman of simple needs. Or, at least her material needs were simple. She wanted excitement, which is why she chose, instead, to do her Master's degree in archeology.
That was how she found herself miles from the University exploring ancient ruins inaccessible to almost everyone else. What a privilege! The ruins were kept a total secret, listed on no map in existence, to protect them from looters. And these ruins were special! They were an anomaly: the civilization that had built them had appeared in archeological records seemingly from nowhere. Where they had immigrated from before building these fascinating monoliths was a complete mystery. And only a short time later, the blink of an eye on the archeological scale, they had disappeared under equally mysterious circumstances.
Azalea and her friend, Miguel, had broken off from the main group, fascinated by a small pyramid that the professor had led everyone else past, saying very little on its significance. It was supposedly used to venerate some goddess of sensuality, or something, but that was all he said. Well, they wanted to know more. Miguel circled around the far side of it, hoping to analyze it from other angles.
"Azalea! Look!" he shouted almost too excited to contain. He seemed to have found something interesting. She came running over to where he stood, pointing and nearly jumping.
She looked toward the side of the pyramid where he was pointing, and gasped! Mostly, but not entirely hidden behind a shroud of vine overgrowth was a doorway!
"An entrance!" she shouted, gleefully, as her eyes lit up with the same excitement that overcame Miguel.
"It doesn't look like anyone's been through there in a long time. Do you think the Professor knows about this? Let's grab him now!"
"Wait, not just yet. Let's check it out first!"
Miguel was easily swayed against his better judgement by a pretty girl, so the two of them tore a few vines loose and crept inside. There was a small, narrow tunnel that opened to a single room.
"Well THAT's why he had so little to say about this thing," Miguel said as he swept his flashlight around the place. Everything is inside! He was missing all the best stuff!"
"Oh... my... GOD! Haha! Look at the art on the walls!"
Miguel aimed his flashlight where Azalea was currently looking, and his eyes grew wide!
"Oh, mama! Maybe we'd better not let the Professor see this after all. He'd have a heart attack!"
On the wall were astoundingly detailed paintings of female figures, and those women were absolutely scandalous! They were mostly nude, nearly all of them were bent over into clearly sexual positions, and there was a clear focus on the breasts. Their breasts were depicted as enormous, almost comically so. This was definitely out of the norm for anything else of the time.
Miguel took a few steps forward to admire what seemed to be a central figure: a woman with breasts even larger than the others, and whose nipples alone appeared to be about as wide as her face. Her legs were spread wide, and she appeared to be pulling a gigantic set of labia apart with her fingers.
"Both hands, Miguel. I want to see both your hands at all times. No fapping!"
"Haha! Yeah? Well, you keep your hands in sight, too!"
"Umm, nope! Actually, I'm going to need you to leave for a few minutes."
"Bullshit! So you can have all the discoveries for yourself? I'm not falling for that."
"Geez, look at all this stuff!" Azalea gasped, ignoring Miguel's banter, and moving her light to some of the items on the shelves lining the adjacent wall. "What do you suppose they even used all this for? Jesus, this has got to be worth a fortune! I think we're the first people to be in here since..."
"Hey, what to you make of these? I don't know what they are, but these things are cool!" Miguel was focused on a small altar in the center of the room. The altar was intricately carved with symbols she had a feeling she could translate, but what lay on top of the altar quickly pulled her attention away from the glyphs.
They were two small, metallic disks maybe an inch and a half or two inches across. They were intricately overlaid with gold and jade. They were ever so slightly convex, gently sloping upward toward the center. Sticking out of the center of each disk was a metal nub with a thick-gage chain attached, maybe two or three inches long.
"Whoa!" she gasped in awe! "They've got to be ceremonial, judging by the fine craftsmanship. What are the chains for, though? They aren't attached to anything."
"They look like drain plugs for a bathtub," Miguel joked, picking one up by the chain.
"Or pasties," she added, grinning.
"Huh?"
