Stavanger Bay i should not smite with vengeance

"godot or adelaide," erzulie murmured beyond the sweet blossom of a genuinely intrigued smile. two names, each unique in their own right. and youthful. the harlot hummed beneath her breath, narrowing her mismatched gae after the crab as if appraising its future size. "dey can be biggah," the woman rejoined finally, "but not much biggah." perhaps enough to injure a wolf with a well-placed snipe of sharp claws, but they were not sharks.
"be you intendin' to decorate wid de kelp?" erzulie inquired next, her tones light, teasing; she had no true interest in the prize godot-also-adelaide bore with her. as she waited for her companion's answer, the jezebel shifted on the sands until she faced the sea, and pleasure sparked in her breast at the mere sight of the great stretching brine.