Esmeralda’s Rainbows

Esmeralda, dear, there’s a rainbow on your rear, I called out, but the miracle lasted only a moment and was probably just an illusion brought on by the senses to begin with, for when I held my pocket-mirror above the girl’s naked behind, and she, lying on her belly, turned her neck at a ninety-degree angle to glance back into the mirror, the rainbow had turned as pale as the whiteness of the half-lobe. The fact that it happened like this and not some other way is in all probability to be explained by Esmeralda’s singular, perhaps exhibitionistic, decadent, perverse, abnormal, and eccentric habits.