*Melina*
I can't say why I decided to come to the wolves tonight. Perhaps because I had been contemplating returning to the Moon Good club, but I feared if I encountered Ashebury there, his suspicions would be confirmed. Damn his keen observations.
Having seen his photographs, I understand that he is the worst possible choice to take as a lover for a solitary night. He studies, scrutinizes, and focuses too intently on objects, too closely on me. Although after viewing the photographs, I do rather regret that I walked away from him last night.
He attempted to explain what he was about, but until I saw the evidence of his skill, I had failed to truly comprehend the level of his talents. I imagine lying across the bed with shadows and light playing over my body while he, looking through
