Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

erzulie's mismatched gaze took on a satisfied glow as rosalyn answered with the same directness she herself had granted. in the manner of her profession, the first mate was correct in her assumptions — rarely was erzulie granted the succor of her own sex — and she gave a brief dip of her muzzle in agreement, small paws carrying her on slow sidles through the sand until her flank all but pressed against that of the fierce pirate.
"yes," the ironsea harlot murmured, though she did not reach to touch rosalyn, merely glanced into the gaze that firmly requested a rejoinder. "it has not been many a time for me, an' dat is what makes such t'ings sweeter."