#tempest:amara

“Do you dance?” Tempest asked the other woman. The ball was beginning to get dull for her. But there were a few people whose companies she didn’t mind in this small town. And Amara happened to be someone she respected. “I’m not asking you for a dance, by the way. It’s a genuine question.” Dancing was definitely not Tempest’s thing. 

There was a hint of a smile on her lips when she turned to the other. “Nasty isn’t a word I would use. Vile would be a much more fitting description. Although, only to those who deserve it.” Tempest shifted her body so that she was facing the other. “Have you come to confess your sins?”