Stavanger Bay Pour me some moonshine

erzulie felt the eyes of the man upon her; the handsome and watchful countenance was given a single glance before the harlot turned back toward the flame-slyph who had raised an argument. the savage creature at his side thrust himself across the sands toward the pair; she watched with some vicious little satisfaction rearing in her gaze.
and when the guardian had whisked one of the hapless redhawks away, erzulie set her stare heavy upon the other, silent for a long moment before her lips curved into an inviting bow. "i be erzulie," the chai-tea wolfess greeted, not expecting a response.