Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

the harlot quickened her stride, if only to slow when she had fully positioned herself alongside rosalyn. their shared expression brought a curve of pleasure to her lips; the woman turned her mint-glow gaze forward, matching the first mate's strides with her own. "how did you come to be heah, rosalyn?" erzulie inquired, drawing the syllables of the other wolfess' name into a purr. 
if so granted the story she wished to hear, the spice-edged jezebel would grant one of her own. rosalyn was of intrigue to erzulie — she rather felt there was more to the other than previously assumed. a gatherer of such tales, the swab waited with a small, bemused smile, continuing along the shoreline.