Ravensblood Forest arbol

they certainly were quite rough-looking, belen thought to herself. she had spent a long while in the palace and then as an acolyte. but neither of these places had ever suggested the potential of such scars. the aspiring courtesan bowed neatly to them both. "hello. i am zaira. i was wondering if you might if there is anyone here who might enjoy company of a certain type." she meant it to be bold, a test for the woman and a temptation for the man. belen held tensely, aware she could be monumentally handled for this.