other languages mingling, too, and kids present, well -- tucked away.
the doxy was on her own hunt, and when she found her quarry, chin lifted in pleasure. a spotted man with dashing flares of black and bright white, he simply towered. scars surrounded his eyes, which held a particularly striking color of gilt purple, and even the silvered line in one of them was not unattractive.
maggie grinned, stepping close enough to feel the warmth of his body -- and the heat beyond. her eyes teased.
'elp you wiv that, sir?purled the harlot, helping to block any the view of any passersby while she slid a bold pale paw over the skin of his leg.
he was a guest, a partier. what he had brought for gambling? nearby, there were more exclamations, but maggie knew better than to take her eyes off a situation like the one sitting in front of her.