The Hooker
The room was thick with the black of night, except for where her brilliant blue eyes shone. Even when she closed them to sleep you could still see the eerie haze of their presence. Her skin was soft and porcelain, the dark made her look like a fragile moonflower. But really she was like the oleander, delicate and deadly, poison to the touch. She was smart, more so than she ever got credit for. She wasn't respected, not for her intelligence or her graces but she was a business woman. Her business... Sign in to see full entry.