Tattoo of the Viking Queen
Delilah settled into a seductive pose, lying naked on the king-sized bed. Red satin sheets accentuated her youthful, milk-white flesh and voluptuous breasts. Simply breath-taking–then again, for $500 cash, one would expect such.
“Kneel before the Queen,” she purred. I joined her on the bed, kissing the warrior-woman tattoo on her smooth, inner right thigh. The image came to life, peeling itself free.
The Viking Queen knelt beside us, scantily clad in rabbit fur, rune-etched dagger in hand. The swift knife thrust and searing pain in my gut made me gasp.
My blood, her lips–last kiss before Valhalla.