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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Willow feels a pleasant shiver go up her spine as Rowan’s beard scratches against her ears. It feels strange that she enjoys the way he plays with her hair or how gentle he is with her ears - she used to hate when anyone besides her mother touched them. [color=7EA6D7]“Servicing?”[/color] She asks slowly in confusion as she tries to connect context clues with her limited knowledge of the world right now. Her heart starts pounding, but it’s not from Rowan this time. She opens her eyes as her brow knits together. 

[color=7EA6D7]“W-wait, like… an escort?”[/color] The word was thrown in a lot of the movies and shows she’d been watching while Rowan was at the bakery. [color=7EA6D7]“They were being ‘pimped’ out?”[/color] Another word she’d learn from the television. She starts to tremble but for the first time since escaping, it’s not with fear; it’s rage at the possibility of her sisters and mother having to endure something like that.