METRO: I beg you, don’t lie, dear Koritto. Who was the Man who stitched for you this red dildo?
Koritto tells her a man named Kerdon made them and that he sells them secretly out of his house to try to avoid the tax collectors. Then she says:
KORITTO: But the things he makes, all of them, are worthy of Athena; you would believe you saw her hand, instead of Kerdo’s. He came here with two, Metro! When I saw them, my eyes nearly burst out with desire. The men certainly have no rams like those! — And this is not all: their smoothness — a dream; and the stitches — of down, not of thread! Hunt as you might, you could not find another cobbler so kindly disposed toward women.
METRO: Why then did you not take the other one as well?
KORITTO: What didn’t I do, Metro? What sort of means of persuasion did I not apply him? Kissing him, stroking his bald head, pouring out a sweet drink for him, calling him by a pet name, giving him all but my body to enjoy.
METRO: If he asked, even that, you ought to have given him it.