Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

erzulie gave a small chuckle, one that thrummed in her throat and dissolved into a sigh. "arrogance is de way of de world," she intoned, piercing the space between them with an expression of faux haughtiness. a nod; directness was oft the way of those who sought to reign near the churning brine. 
he chai-tea pelt rippled in a low breeze as erzulie turned her mismatched gaze now fully upon rosalyn. there was a teasing light there now; the harlot bit gently the end of her tongue before a smirk gave away her open curiosity. "now let me be de one to speak straight: have you felt de touch of a woman before?" perhaps it was mere inquiry that fired the question; perhaps a desire to see if she could bring a squirm from rosalyn; perhaps temptation erzulie had kept carefully banked till this moment.