Time stopped when she waltz by. Not a care in the world, not a burden on her shoulders. Long legs, toned and stark white glimmered eerily - even when obscured by shadows. Long locks swept across the floor as she walked, shimmering as brightly as the moon beam curls that framed her voluptuous, deadly form, lethally seductive in all her sleek, feline designed perfection. Swirling orbs as snowy as her flesh, absent of pupils and ominously staring into the souls of those who earned her glance, lips either blood red or obsidian in polish, as would be her toe and finger nails, eyes lined in the same obsidian and shoulders typically fashioned intricate spiders, most likely black widows but unmarked. Black leather always confined the large, firm mounds of feminine flesh and did little to cover the rest of her, this constant show of more skin then proper was her protest against society as she was forever exotic, unmatched, and simply unafraid.
Art Credit: Swimsuit 2005 - Brian Pulido
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