Esmeralda pursed her lips. It certainly looked like it. It felt like it even, a silky velvety texture. But it couldn't possibly be it, could it? Djali had discovered somewhere in a rather shady area in the Court of Miracles. The goat then proceeded to send the scarlet piece of cloth to Esmeralda for closer inspection. Esmeralda had been surprised by the find. It was rare to find luxurious cloth like this. Especially luxurious cloth that might just very well belongs to him.
The gypsy girl proceeded to wind the sash around her hands. It possessed a rather sensual slithery nature to it. She wove it through her dainty fingers, relishing its soft
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A Gypsy's Burning Desire
Esmeralda sighed in frustration at her circumstances. There was no doubt about it; she was locked in. One step outside and she'll be arrested. She almost felt a need to hurl herself at the church door, beating it down with her fists in helplessness. No, she couldn't do that. She was never a damsel in distress. Smirking, she remembered how she took down that weak soldier who only seemed content to make pretty eyes at her. Men. They were all the same. All they could do when a pretty girl's in sight is to flirt and charm her.
Well, all except one. Esmeralda shivered in disgust as she remembered him.
He brazenly snuck up behind her, wrenched he
Esmeralda sighed in unhappiness before beginning the tiresome routine of clearing away the dirty dishes left behind from dinner. She scoffed, remembering Phoebus' lame excuse about patrolling the city for criminals. She knew he was either out drinking whiskey at the tavern or cavorting with some other much more enchanting dancing girls whom did a lot more than just dance. Strangely enough, the gypsy couldn't care less. She hadn't really cared that much for anything nowadays after her marriage to Phoebus.
He wasn't a terrible husband. In fact, far from it. He treated her well and supplied her with her every want and need. Esmeralda smiled wis