My favourite part of this is actually that one, single feather on her thigh, which is such a delicate touch in all senses. It belies the activity that went on, but coupled with her face, it has that sense of 'gentle' that can also be 'sensuous' - the feel of a feather on the skin, especially skin as sensitive as that part of the thigh, is inherently sensual after all, and it brought the picture around to a full circle with her face in the foreground, to me.
The shedding of feathers in pure white too almost gave the sense of a struggle, too, which is sort of an underlying horror hiding behind the bright colours and the apparent purity of both the feathers and the building in the background, which represent the upstanding part of society she forms part of, and which she could all lose ... To me, this is both erotica and a nice, subtle dose of hidden horror - sort of like a creepy pasta in disguise, because the rape is being presented so innocuously, like a subtext, and the first impression is of a beautiful woman ravaged by lust herself. But then her prone position, and the feathers in her hand, as if she'd plucked them out, and her other hand, trapped between her legs also has multiple meanings. Was she using it help the coitus, or was it trapped there - and being used as a symbol of her being held down and restrained? It's a lovely piece. I think the legend spoke to you a lot while you drew this.