The loose, voluminous, dark-toned dress was uniquely tailored, covering her upper body yet brazenly revealing her collarbones, waistline, and the delicate skin of her thighs. The material of the wide, bell-shaped sleeves seemed to be something not of the Mortal World; living stars swam across the fabric, weaving and intersecting to sketch out a scene as beautiful and ephemeral as a dream.
Black, gold-trimmed long boots snugly encased her calves and delicate feet. The maiden's skin, as smooth as porcelain, was dazzlingly fair, creating a stark contrast with her dark-toned dress.
Her pink eyes glowed faintly, emitting a soul-stealing, bewitching luster. The maiden's beauty was beyond description... It couldn't be defined by simple terms like beautiful or ugly; words like "pure," "seductive," "dashing," or "cute" all seemed too pale in comparison.
