Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 91
the bed now in a fussy manner. "Actually, yes, let's."
They gathered their shoes and clothes from under the
bed. As they staggered out of the room she said, "Next time
you have to go, use the chamber pot."
He started to protest that there hadn't been one, then
thought of the golden thing hiding under the bed.
Incongruously, the image of it putting the chamber pot into his
groping fingers came to mind. To his own horror, Jordan
chuckled, and wonder of wonders so did she, and then they
were both laughing out loud, and it felt good.