"This warmth, it is yours to keep Ba'shara. No one can take it from you."
"I know father."
Molten suns opened come the morning light filtering through the window of the rented room at the Red Dragon Inn. The memory had faded chased away by the sun.
Sinuous the strength of her was a beautiful nature to endure. The subtle ripple of muscle, the nimble grace of movements,the unusual heat that warmed her flesh ever and always.
The vision of bare flesh in morning light she once knew was an exquisite thing to witness, to endure. The compliments on tongues of the Pharaoh upon praise of the harem proved this. Indulged the warmth of spirit.
It was a fleeting moment. Those simple luxuries. To bathe in rose water and the powders that left the Egyptian's scent spice marked. These were the mysteries of a woman's flesh, a life giving womb.
The desert canvas of flesh was caressed, fingers fanning out across her abdomen. Molten suns glittered as she dressed. The bolt of crimson had been created into something simple and magnificent, upon the flesh of the Egyptian it was a bewitching canvas of material.
Golden cords completed the ensemble. She did not dress for him. Her thoughts turned to the hypnotist and his assistant... the deep, intimate allure of the pair. Fleeting passing thoughts of the minotaur. His words lulled a smile from her lips, an expression that surely would be the cat's expression at finding and devouring the canary.
"What has happened before can happen again. "
Ba'shara stepped out from the room, a moment's certainty of a closed door to withhold secrets. Away from the Inn she would travel as the Marketplace perhaps would be different come the dawn's caress.
There was an allure to those bright burning hours, and in that brilliance she certainly... would burn.
"I know father."
Molten suns opened come the morning light filtering through the window of the rented room at the Red Dragon Inn. The memory had faded chased away by the sun.
Sinuous the strength of her was a beautiful nature to endure. The subtle ripple of muscle, the nimble grace of movements,the unusual heat that warmed her flesh ever and always.
The vision of bare flesh in morning light she once knew was an exquisite thing to witness, to endure. The compliments on tongues of the Pharaoh upon praise of the harem proved this. Indulged the warmth of spirit.
It was a fleeting moment. Those simple luxuries. To bathe in rose water and the powders that left the Egyptian's scent spice marked. These were the mysteries of a woman's flesh, a life giving womb.
The desert canvas of flesh was caressed, fingers fanning out across her abdomen. Molten suns glittered as she dressed. The bolt of crimson had been created into something simple and magnificent, upon the flesh of the Egyptian it was a bewitching canvas of material.
Golden cords completed the ensemble. She did not dress for him. Her thoughts turned to the hypnotist and his assistant... the deep, intimate allure of the pair. Fleeting passing thoughts of the minotaur. His words lulled a smile from her lips, an expression that surely would be the cat's expression at finding and devouring the canary.
"What has happened before can happen again. "
Ba'shara stepped out from the room, a moment's certainty of a closed door to withhold secrets. Away from the Inn she would travel as the Marketplace perhaps would be different come the dawn's caress.
There was an allure to those bright burning hours, and in that brilliance she certainly... would burn.