Stavanger Bay you have what you have, and what you have is for you

the smirking girl rejoined with a twisted parody of erzulie's heavy accent. it was far from the first time that the harlot had been mocked for her thick tones; but she beat back the old shame over her inability to meld within the world of those around her. a slow, teasing smile spread across her jaws — erzulie arched a prim brow and pursed her lips for a long moment.
"come back to me when you are ready to be fucked," the spice-studded wanton declared in a voice brimming with laughter she did not feel. "it be de only way you are of worth to me."
turning away, erzulie began a saunter toward her den, willing the little upstart to depart her.