(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Chapter 57
Ash-gray skin draped over a firm, voluptuous body. Those rounded curves
were held loosely in rein by a scant violet gown... I'd seen more wool in a
single washrag than this. A thick mane of wavy, raven-colored hair draped
over graceful shoulders. Shimmering, crimson eyes burned like fire-lit rubies.
Though she wasn't beautiful in the typical sense of the word, her features
were exotic and not altogether unattractive.
"Well hello, miss."
The woman's voice was deep and sensuous: "And my greetings to you, sir."
Her burning eyes roamed over me. "I'm Kesai-Serris. So tell me: what might I
do for you, hmmm?"
"Anything!" Morte cried. "Do anything you want to me!"
Kesai laughed heartily, revealing canines long enough to be considered
fangs. She shook her head and smiled at Morte. "Truly, though, please...
what can I do for you?"
"Well, what do you usually do for patrons?"
"Talk, of course! Usually about dreams, often those erotic in nature... but
not always!" Kesai winked at me, smiling. "So! Would you like to tell me
yours? Don't be shy; I've heard everything, you know. Nothing will shock or
surprise me, and I so love to hear people's dreams. We can trade if you'd
like, too - but you must go first."
I was suddenly very aware of that half-healed scar within me, like a
half-healed wound, "I... don't have dreams, actually."
Kesai arched her eyebrows in surprise. "Truly? How sad! Even fiends and
devas dream, you know. Are you certain you don't?"
"Quite certain. No dreams, at all."
"Hmm. Too peculiar! I'm at a loss as to what to say..." she pouted in
sympathy.
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