Chapter 2: Marisol
: The Market Stall
The sun had begun its slow ascension into the sky, casting long, gnarled shadows across the market. Marisol, still in her corner, took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest like a trapped bird. She felt a strange mix of trepidation and curiosity, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had seen things last night that she could scarcely believe, a twisted dance of pleasure and pain that had left her both shaken and aroused.
Emma, the voluptuous blonde, had been keeping an eye on her all morning.