Lion Head Mesa charcoal

treva was provided for in a way she never had been before.

food, liqueur all placed out thoughtfully. a throne room for none other than her pale worshiper. who then asked her what she hungered for the most.

she had struck gold in those ocean eyes.

a lot of things, she teased lightly, lapping at the drink before thoughtfully looking at him once more.

i like to be powerful, i like to be in pretty places with pretty people.