Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

"i am whatever pharaoh wants me to be," silvertongue chuckled, voice a pleasant peal even as she continued her cleansing of the floor which led out to the red land itself. "i have no specialty but his desire." a wink offered; she curved her thin body over the demanding task. "you are new. did the queen bring you to her court?" silvertongue murmured, glancing up toward the stranger's face once more.