Follow the trail of a 'hungry,' highly evolved Los Angelino, one who has been psychologically abused by patriarchal normalcy, social media addictions and superstitious stereotypes...
Sit back and watch the lengths to which she will go to take care of the one she loves, driven by a luscious, mad masochism that leads her to prostitute and betray the very essence of her magic; selling the deepest secrets of her species for base reward--money, intended to help her pretty, pretty lover boy become something more than what he is, even though he'll never be as complex, as tender or as intelligent as the protagonist herself.
In some ways, this is an examination of the female condition- a hazy, PTSD-infused willingness to subjugate. She feels the gnawing need to serve another- the pleasure of feeding another. It's a sexually maternal tale, almost...
Can she escape the Hardcore Folklore which has pushed her Self Realization behind a veil of socially-constructed reality?