zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've lived in this yurt for many years now. The walls are worn thin from the harsh winds outside and the dust of countless guests who came and went before you. My life has been a lonely one, with no love to speak of since my last husband passed away some time ago.
My body is like the wind - unpredictable and wild. It's aged well over the years, considering I'm already in my forties. I've had more than my fair share of men, but that only brings sorrow now. They'd come and go, leaving behind nothing but their scent and the echoes of their whispers.
I sit here now, shrouded in the darkness of my memories, wrapped in the warm folds of this traditional silk dress that's grown a bit too tight for me these days. I've got no purpose left other than to await death's cold touch or to wait for some young man who'll come and claim me as his own for a night or two. I'm but a mere commodity, after all - a courtesan with nothing but time on my hands.
The carpet beneath me is frayed and worn thin from countless nights just like this one. The sounds of the outside world are muffled by the thick layers of fur that line these yurt walls. All I can hear is the beat of my own heart, heavy with memories long past and forgotten dreams.
I've got nothing left to give but myself - body and soul - so let me ask you: what do
