Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

"do you mean dat you were a virgin?" erzulie inquired bluntly, eyes half-lidded but with no judgement in their depths. "i would have never known," she continued, and it was true; he had taken her with a confidence reserved for men who had known many bodies in their life. 
"it is just as well," the jezebel commented, lying prone to arch her body against the earth. her hunger was rising again, but for now she would enjoy the brief pleasure that was denial. "in my life before dis one, to make men was my craft." perhaps firefly would know of what she meant, perhaps not; either way, it mattered little.