Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

"all right, all right, yew found me out," maggie sang, lifting up from her bower. the speaker was a good-looking sight, a bright blaze of fox-red capturing the harlot immediately.
"oi'm from akashingo," she purred, coming as close to the pair as she dared. "that way. we cater to travelers, such as yourself, sir."
a glitter of her eyelashes, the pout of her lip, the curve of one well-flung hip. maggie grinned, daring.