Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

lips curved in the comfortable glow of amusement beneath this harpsichord's unsurety. how good was the measure of youth! how similar she had been, in innocence, mincing steps around those she found beautiful. the harlot suspected that this was an additional reason for the girl's nature toward her.
erzulie was aware of her own appearance, cultivated for her trade. mouth pursed now. the jezebel swept the water around her with wondering forepaws, drifting somewhat closer to her companion.
"i be erzulie,"  she offered, admiring the wealth of gold in the other's gaze. something empowering about the ability to play such a game. 
to give sensuality a wordless promise.
"i find dem relaxing," she went on, pressing back into the warmth. "an' i rarely get to relax, so i will take de stench. a small price to pay for comfort, harps."