RUSTED FROM THE RAIN
07-20-2013, 02:57 PM
Oh, she would not be alone for long; it was rare that the serpent found herself in isolation for long periods of time, often meeting those of different personalities and quirks. Today was no different, instead finding herself looking upon yet another angel with fur so white and pure. She eyed her like a predator might eye prey, wondering how she might come to devour this woman. She wondered if this woman was a demoness in disguise, much like Morphine, or a true na?ve little doll. She approached with all the confidence in the world, looking upon the stranger, hoping to piece together her personality as if she were a puzzle. ?What is a pretty little doll doing out by herself?? she crooned.
She would stop a respectable distance away, gaze sitting fairly upon the stranger. ?Tell me, lovely, are you a sinner or a saint?? she asked. It was a rather bold question, but the Madame cared so little for opinions. Let this stranger think her a bold whore, the fact remained that nobody could insult her with what she was. Harlot, whore, homewrecker. All were titles she was happy to claim, all names she allowed herself to be called with pleasure.
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