Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

i'll fight 'em off, such was life when one has a beautiful wife anyways, wren supposed. her teeth poke out in a jagged grin. they get one good look atcha before the door smacks 'em on the way out.
there was relief in the anonymity of this, of seeking a nameless — donor. a transaction. wren thought of the last male lover she had taken and of what she may have seen in him. he had been nice enough, gentle enough, until he wasn't, and by that time her path had crossed with silvertongue's. these days she questioned if she had ever truly known what it meant to love someone before her.
and they were not alone for long. wren could feel it breathing down the back of her neck, the sense that there were others here. she swallows and finds that her throat is dry.
if you don't like the look of a guy, just let me know. there's always plenty of other ones. she said it more for herself than anything as a cold wash of fear began to sober her. silvertongue could handle herself; wren began to worry that she could not.