Her face was enchanting beyond compare, her skin white as snow, without a trace of flaw. Her delicate features sketched a perfect contour, her lips blood-red, slightly upturned in a captivating smile. The slight arch of her eyebrows hinted at a tease and provocation, irresistibly drawing one into her lure.
She wore a black lace long robe, with a skirt flowing and light as if the mist of darkness were dancing. The hem was embroidered with luxurious patterns, exuding a kind of mesmerizing magic. She held a silver longsword inlaid with obsidian, gleaming with a dangerous and sharp light.
What was even harder to ignore was her figure—graceful and slender. She had a pair of long legs, with beautiful and smooth lines, each step like a dance full of rhythm. Her uniquely charming curves perfectly showcased her perfect proportions and feminine softness. Whether it was the long skirt tied at the waist or the body-hugging bustier, they all demonstrated her charming curves vividly.
