Stavanger Bay than a breeze next to this night

erzulie enjoyed the pressure leaching from her lover's muscular body, so much in fact that she did not first register the words. rosalyn's tone carried no territoriality — nothing to imply that she would be displeased with the chai-tea woman's trade. "non," the harlot replied easily, in truth, for she had met no one with whom engagement was of a particularly titillating nature.
a smile curved erzulie's lips into a bow; she drew her gaze toward that of the captain. "i have been hurtin' for lack of work," came her gentle murmur, teasing round the outskirts.