BACKWARDS ON A SIN

What a silent night it was in Amenti; peace set deep into the Madame?s bones, and she couldn?t help but find the isolation undesired. What was a Queen without a whore to fuck or somebody to keep her bed warm? Her appetite when it came to intimacy was growing; she hadn?t gotten to mess around in too damn long. For a woman such as herself, it was rather unacceptable. She enjoyed close contact after all, enjoyed heated breaths and passionate whispers, sweet nothings to fill the empty space between late night lovers who would never truly know one another. Sex was her art, and without art what was life? It was a boring and dull occasion, certainly.

Deciding that she ought to perhaps make herself useful, she rose to her paws, prepared to patrol and reassert her markings at the borders. The last thing Medusa wanted right now was a challenger, or invaders. Her wounds had only just healed, and she wasn?t looking forward to another fight. Although she had proved herself skilled, the serpent was not a warrior. She did not enjoy fighting all that much, although she certainly did enjoy those that made her think quickly and allowed her to seek opportunity. Using her mind was fun, but she was a lover, not a fighter. War was entertaining, but it was far too exhausting for Medusa?s tastes.