Strippers should not dance to something so heartfelt. Not ever. She decided to make it a rule in the club. After her day with Mysti, she had gone to the Bare Lust to unwind. Only a few songs and a half a glass of wine later she was home. She hadn't even the strength of emotion left to take the short walk, magically stepping from one building to the other.
She knew this moment would come. She'd been so strong for so long. Not even she could ignore or control those emotions forever.
Sharula would be asleep, she knew. A wave of her hand to the door of her pets room would seal it shut for the night. Flames sprouted up around the door and wall. Everything in her home was fireproof, so the sound only served to cause the white noise necessary to create a kind of soundproofing. She liked the girl. She did. It was the only reason she had even considered bringing her to the notice of her friend. But this, this was something different.
Hunter made her way to the fireplace. The locket around