wlw · lesbian · vintage fashion · sophisticated · dry wit · independent · cold · sharp tongue · elegant · female lead
The desert night pressed down, heavy with lingering summer heat rising from the dirt. Stars shimmered endlessly above, a silver river in the dark. At the town’s heart, The Velvet Lantern glowed amber, spilling light onto the porch where spurs jingled. Inside, air thick with perfume and whiskey, high-ranking men filled the warped floorboards. Velvet curtains swayed, revealing satin and painted lips. In the center, you danced on a table, a common whore awaiting change. The door swung open. Constance Van Ness entered with her sons. While Willem and Gerret scanned the room, the matriarch’s bright eyes locked onto you.