PAPERCUT

He came upon her suddenly, and yet she did not startle like any sane woman might. Perhaps that was the first clue to any strangers of her oddness, of her upbringing. Medusa was a harlot with few morals; the very word was enough to bring a short string of laughter to her lips. A snake did not care about much in so far as what was right and what was wrong. Rather, Medusa cared only for what was fun. She could feign interest in morality for Jupiter, but beyond that she was bound only by her own interests.

This male was handsome in a somewhat exotic way, and the words he spoke were foreign to others, but not to Medusa?s ears. She spoke German rather well, having been trained and well-versed in a number of languages from her induction into the harem that had raised her. It was important, after all, that she be able to speak to those of all backgrounds and pull them in. His words, however, were enough to induce laughter in the harlot. ?Und welche Art von Not m?chten Sie liefern?? (and what sort of distress do you wish to provide?) she asked him, tilting her head as if she were peering into his soul, like she were trying to dissect him by sight alone.

?Ich sollte Sie warnen, dass ich keine Jungfrau bin. Ich bin die Art von Frau, die nicht findet viele Situationen distressful, obwohl ich so tun k?nnen, wenn Sie m?gen,? (I should warn you that I'm no damsel. I'm the sort of woman who does not find many situations distressful, although I can pretend if you like) she told him, words dripping from her mouth in temptation. What would he want from her? The Madame had many things she could give, although it all depended.