"When I'm alone, I think. Thoughts that I tend to manage to avoid in a distracted environment, surface, more pronounced than ever. And these are thoughts I wish were never my own." Your own mind could be your worst enemy. And sometimes it could drown you. And sometimes you could lend yourself hand, pull yourself out of the pit you dug for yourself.

a collection of short stories from my other stories.

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.