Don't Play Me, Don't Hate Me

There was a bit of pep in Isabella’s step as she wandered the lands of Boreas. Somewhere here her aunt lived, her father could be wandering, and surely her brother had come! A soft hum rose in the young femme’s throat as she swung her hips back and forth. Her orange eyes danced like a flame in the night, craving companionship, but alas she had yet to find the sort of… clients in this land she once had. It was such a shame… what was a poor girl to do? She let out a laugh, throwing her head back to let out a howl to those who might be nearby. Let those who dared come and play… she wouldn’t mind if it were a bit rough.