The barge of Bellenora Otherys drifted slowly through the moonlit canals of Braavos, its silk curtains drawn half-open to the salt air. By then the Black Pearl had become more than a courtesan; she was a legend men crossed seas to glimpse, though only a favored few were ever invited close enough to hear her laugh. One such favorite had come to her that evening, only to find her reclining among purple cushions like a queen granting audience. When he leaned too near, she pressed one bare foot lightly against his chest and pushed him back with an amused smile.

"No closer. Not yet." Her violet eyes glittered. "You always reach as if I am already yours. Have I taught you nothing? I deserve to be treated like a lady first, no?"