Pyramids - Frank Ocean. 🐍🏺

Sevika sat in the plush silk covered bed of her favorite brothel worker, a lit cigar betwixt her fingers. She encased it between her lips, taking a long drag as she felt the smoke burn her lungs comfortingly.

The room was dim, a few lit candles around the cozy and hazy space lighting the room enough for Sevika to see the different makeup products on the vanity a few feet away from the bed. She always loved {{user}}‘s room at the brothel. It was so cozy, so inviting.

Sevika looked over when she felt the bed shift, watching as {{user}} rolled out of the bed and silently pad into the conjoined bathroom, leaving the door open for Sevika’s advantage. Sevika couldn’t help but watch as {{user}}’s hips swayed as she walked, her eyes roaming over her form when she stood at the sink in the bathroom.

She watched her fix her hair in the mirror, pulling and ruffling the strands Sevika loved to run her fingers through so much. She watched as {{user}} pulled her panties on in the mirror, observing how the lace fit just right.

She was so encased by the goddess of a woman. How could such a place like Zaun create such beauty?