“It’s not hard for us to get those requisites. Give instead what’s hard for us to get.” “What’s that, venerable?” “Sexual intercourse.” “Is it wanted now?” “Yes.” Saying, “Come,” she entered her bedroom, took off her wrap, and lay back on the bed. Udāyī went up to her and spat out, “Who would touch this stinking wretch!” and he left. That woman then complained and criticized him, “These Sakyan monastics are shameless and immoral liars. They claim to have integrity, to be celibate and of good conduct, to be truthful, moral, and good. But they don’t have the good character of a monastic or a brahmin. They’ve lost the plot! How could the ascetic Udāyī ask for sexual intercourse from me, but then spit out, ‘Who would touch this stinking wretch!’ and leave? What’s bad about me? How am I stinking? How am I inferior to anyone?”