RUSTED FROM THE RAIN
07-20-2013, 06:11 PM
She observed her, noticing her cold and frigid, perhaps a prude or merely unimpressed. The harlot cared little; she would continue her flirtation either in an attempt to lure the woman to bed, or for her own amusement. Those who grew hot and bothered by a bit of affection were all the more entertaining, often bringing laughter to the wicked woman?s lips. ?So harsh. I was simply curious, my sweet,? she crooned. Oh, this one was cold, icy, but she announced herself a sinner. Medusa was curious, but she did not push for her response. ?Who is to say that I wanted to sin with you?? she said, although she most certainly did desire to sin with the beauty before her. ?Maybe I was just being friendly,? she proposed, perhaps coming off entirely too obnoxious.
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