Here is some ornamentation I drew that narrates a story I have been thinking about for a few years... The story is about a baby born into a medieval brothel. Her mother, a prostitute dies in childbirth and the sisterhood of prostitutes takes her and raises her as a collective, pledging to shelter the child from the gruesome realities of their lifestyle and misunderstood, disreputed profession. The child grows into a young adult and begins seeing a phantom in the form of a skeleton's shadow who comes to her at night and teaches her songs as her mothers meet their clients. When the elder of the sisterhood hears her singing these songs, she asks the child where she heard such music and the child explains that she has a friend who teaches them to her. Mortified, the sisterhood instruct her never to sing these songs or fabricate such ridiculous stories again. With a penchant for music, the child requests to perform with her elders in their nightly dances. She is refused, naturally, as the sisterhood intend to save her from the lives they would have avoided in better times. In the meantime, her only friend is a phantom who gradually begins to arouse the young girl's sexual curiosity...
It's a coming-of-age story. In black shadows and warm light...
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