Alouette

The girl skipped on and on. Her french vocals were intense yet soft. Her eyes shut as she began to circle the room. She looked so innocent but beneath was just the opposite. A monster within the shadows, a simple yet so confusing mind. The girl was ill, mentally ill. She had no capacity to care for others well being, all she cared about was herself. Yet, when that lovely female scent filled her nose and that simple line of words were heard, she stopped instantly. The girl flashed upon those baby blues and looked to the ebony babe within the threshold. Klementtina tilted her head and eyed the darling girl quickly. She slowly took exactly seven steps forward and then stopped. Her voice was lifted into the air with a distinct french overtone. "Who is this?" The woman leaned in to get a better sniff despite their length of distance. She inhaled the lovely scent. The girl let her tail sway happily upon her rump but her eyes flashed with such madness. It was glorious.