Stunning Campus Babe

On that gorgeous woman, the dress lulled you. It said she was too
beautiful to be dangerous, too soft — too lush — on the outside to
possess a hard core. It took an adult jaguar out of the rainforest and
transformed her into a curled up, night black Persian. Every deliberate,
graceful gesture became the flowing gesture of a fairytale, virginal princess.
Her chestnut brown hair fell in soft waves around a classically lovely
oval face. Naturally red lips bore no trace of lipstick; they drew the eye
regardless whenever her smile lit up fully. Her unfurrowed brow and
flawless skin implied that she was about 25 years old. The woman’s deep
brown eyes looked around attentively. She smiled often, lips parted
slightly, teeth pearly as she breathed with soft and luscious ease.
The radiant woman stood by one of the ballroom’s ornate pillars across
a marble floor cluttered by VIPs. The crowd swirled and flowed like a
muttering tide, content with lively chatter. When one whorl of people moved
aside for a moment, Daniel glimpsed her then for the first time, and simply
blinked. She was laughing with a small group at the opposite end of the far
room, making animated, airy motions with her gloved hands.

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