Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

erzulie moved at a steady clip from her doorstep to the earth-toned flank of the leader, sweeping back her cinnamon ears and proffering a submissive kiss to the underside of the proud chin. it perhaps lingered a half-second longer than necessary — erzulie drew back and fell into step. "so far, so good," she rejoined with a grin that darkened her eyes with a momentary pleasure.
"i did not get yo' name when first we met," the harlot murmured after a few beats of time had passed. she could all but laugh — gaining entry into the ironsea quarters without a title but the one she would wear pinned to her shoulder. but if it was to become a scarlet letter, erzulie knew she must wait to see.