I'M NOT GONNA PLAY

She wanders where she ought not, but why should she truly care? Above her the moon rises, higher into the night sky. Darkened limbs carry the harlot towards her comfortable resting spot, well within the boundaries of a place she should not be. Relaxation overcomes her, all sense of fear and trepidation washing from her frame as she rolls over onto her back, stretching and bathing herself in the moonlight.
She wonders idly if her mother might have haunted here once upon a time, if she may be laying where the midnight mistress herself had once lain. Alas she cares very little about the woman who had abandoned her, instead focusing upon the beauty of the night. Perhaps she might find a pretty bird ot spend their time with her.





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