Stavanger Bay and hurl thieves down from paradise

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it was not long before erzulie caught the dark form of the first mate in her sights, moments before the woman's voice carried above the rush of the sea. the harlot let go her bundle to the sand, sweeping forward in a willowy trot to close the distance between herself and rosalyn. "tout mon beau travail," erzulie teased in a relieved murmur, seeking to place a lick along the other's shoulderblade.
"de redhawk wolves were treated to quite da show of ironsea's might in yo' absence, rosalyn," came her rich laughter as she urged the other woman to where she had left her bundle. "but da work dey did fo' you wounds seems trè byen."