Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

 at his words her pretty little face pulls, not a response to his undetected threat, but an involuntary reaction at his masculine attentions. "oh, no no," the witch-coy says with the unimpressed air of every put-upon lesbian, "y'see, i got a girl, so." and so - they aren't together now, that's true, but kinkajuú's still the one she's made for, not some strange-enchanting drow. maybe if he were a beautiful woman she'd be more easily swayed, but as it is the girl dances back out of reach, disappointment clear in her pink eyes - she thought he would play well, and yet, and yet, these brutish men make fools of her yet.