Stavanger Bay earth and sea cower from my screams

erzulie knew the girl would not be able to resist — few did, and for that she was grateful. seeking to close the small distance between them. erzulie's ears cupped her fine-boned skull and she dropped her posture somewhat, in an elegant show of submission she had practiced until it was a smooth series of rolling motions. 
extending her muzzle, risking a cautionary snap to its ecru bridge, erzulie wet her lips contemplatively and once more glanced into the honey-burnished eyes, the way that the seawind feathered soft fingertips through the sand-barred coat. "i be a harlot, ti malfini mwen."  here she paused to drink in the first bud of awareness on the girl's face, seeking another, another, all the seawolf would give before she went on. "dere be no shame in it; i enjoy what it is that i do. an' men," erzulie continued, her tone remaining only for the seashell curvatures of the dark maiden's ears, "men are restless, woman. let me patrol dese bordas an' quell dese hot tempas."
erzulie was quiet for a moment, closing her eyes for the breadth of a heartbeat, a smile wreathing her lips when she fixed her expression on the other once more. the world, at least for a moment, had narrowed to only the pair of them. "i am not only for dem," she finished with a fleeting arch of her brow. having sought to enthrall, erzulie now stepped back, her voice raising to the pale man's earshot. "have we got a bargain, den?"