Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

i answered this last night but the board ate it reeee

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his eyes like burnt-gold coins drifted over her, and erzulie knew she had him. men were not difficult, after all — easily enticed, easily avoided. this one, however; the pall of him intrigued the harlot far beyond the whims of skill or even a benign lust. her attentions were satisfied by rosalyn, and in a softer way than men knew how to give — why then did she lift her mintglow gaze to him? he asked after a name, the man flecked with water; it froze on the tip of her hesitant tongue. if she plied her craft well, he might ask after her by name. such was how erzulie had worked her trade before.
but now there was rosalyn to consider; flesh-peddler, night-walker, jezebel. could she subject her lover to the ignorant stigma that had followed her since the beginning days?
"marie," the chai-tea creature breathed instead, arching closer that he might feel the warmth of her flank. his scent rose in her senses — seawater, pain — and erzulie passed her tongue slowly across her lips she she regarded him for a moment's silence. "what be yours?" his words for now went unaddressed; let her eat his shadows and chase away the spectres lingering in dark corners of his mind.