Her eyelashes were curled, thicker and longer than those of the Barbie dolls displayed in the shop windows.
Her eyes were deep and spirited, always able to easily capture a person's heart.
Even though now those deep black eyes had lost their former color, appearing so hollow.
Yet they still possessed a soul-stealing allure, still so beautiful that they left him restless with longing.
As he approached, a naturally alluring aroma emanated from her body...
Virgil Davies bent down, gently picked up Melody Parker.
He placed her on the bed, his long, mischievous eyes filled with a light of eager anticipation, "Now, let me love you properly..."
As he spoke, his hand touched Melody Parker's clothes.
One by one, he unbuttoned the buttons on her outer garment, peeling off her pink cashmere coat.
Melody Parker lay motionless on the bed like a puppet without any resistance, just staring dazedly at Virgil Davies' movements.
