[ She takes the book in her hands after setting her wine glass down, and clears her throat for the most dramatic of readings. ]

"The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop."

As you can tell, the author is not afraid to use their metaphors.