Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

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erzulie pondered the question a moment, and then pulled the kelp toward her in silence. she took one wet end in her jaws, carefully; the harlot lowered her muzzle and sought to wrap it gently around one of the girl's paws. firmly, not tightly, assured of herself.
when she had created the bandage, erzulie breathed upon the kelp, filling it with warmth so that it began to dry beneath her mouth. it would create a sensation of soft constriction. "place dis upon a bleedin' woun'. it will not keep de blood from spilling out, but may slow it a bit. put herbs beneat' it. de kelp will hold it in place." seeking the girl's eyes, an odd smile upon her countenance as she watched for the woman's reaction.