Stavanger Bay than a breeze next to this night

a smile, a tilt of her head. "you do not need to be gettin' any'ting for me, rosalyn. dat i have you is enough. come and sit wid me," erzulie invited, settling along the ridgeline. when the captain had presumably joined her. "a kill inland," the harlot revealed, reaching to preen slowly the velvet hairs along rosalyn's collarbone.
"i thought it would be nice not to eat t'ings from de sea, for a change." her laugh was gentle, meant to perhaps draw rosalyn's own; relax, relax with me her mint-glow gaze begged of her lover.