Blackfeather Woods Good Company

Calipso's eyes turned frigid for a brief second, barely noticeable except to someone who knew her well. "If you decline, then I will simply take my services else where. Sadly, however, there are few who deserve them." If the male wanted to play this game, so would she. As long as she got out of this alive, she would do almost anything.

Her head was lifted of the cold ground as she looked at him. She smiled, inviting, coy. Her coat was picked out by a few rays of the dying light, soon, they would be gone.