Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

a half-lidded grin. "fuckboys? dat sounds about right," erzulie rejoined, deeply amused by harps' continued openness. head lifted; she was not yet ready to exit the pool, but dipped her head beneath briefly.
re-emerging, the harlot blinked, refreshed by the rejuvenation of her sore muscles. "i understand," the spicewitch murmured. "but it does not all have to be de same. for instance, you could have a wife instead."
the smile that followed was lit with a more somber glint; the two-toned eyes trained themselves fully upon the girl and her wondering, hungry gaze.
"no, mon cœur," the jezebel whispered, moving forward to lean against the same low stone wall as harps perched upon.
"dere was no one man for which i fell, but an endless string of dem. a woman loved me, took me beneat' her wing, motherless child i was. an' she made of me somet'ing you may have not heard: a harlot."
small, sharp teeth beneath the wistful curve of her rounded cheek. "i was younger den you be now."