Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

the serpent followed the line of her paw. she reminded him a bit of niamh, though at very least the gilded woman had given asmodeus her interest first. there was none such in this salt-flecked guardian of the cold waves, and while lustful, he was not so stupid as to try his luck before her teeth.

"asmodeus," the reptile purred, tail lashing once at his heels. he wouldn't even attempt to say the name of the place she had indicated, waiting instead with a budding interest to know what she might speak next/