Stavanger Bay earth and sea cower from my screams

there was something lingering beneath the controlled expression of the girl — erzulie wanted to believe it to be true. already titillated at what she had wrought here, and with a triumphant glimmering in her spirit at gleaning a genuine smile from the dark girl, the harlot turned her gaze upon the pale ranger.
it was him she regarded with the focus of her bearing, but did not keep herself from glancing for a long second at the she-wolf again, studying the sable profile. in the next moment, however, erzulie swept her cinnamon plume along her hocks and curved her weight to one hip, awaiting whatever words might come. her mint-glow stare was bright with piqued interest against the dark honey of her mask; wanton women were not a commodity many could afford.