A Charming Darkness
A faint enticing smell lingers in the air, the sweet aroma reminiscent of roses. A ticklish laugh echoes across the walls as a fluttering finger crosses the dim foggy veil into a half-misty vision.
The hand soon follows. Porcelain skin smoothly flows from each finger to their collective limb, the wrist narrowing slightly to a shapely curve around which is wrapped a crimson band. Then the forearm leads to a relaxed elbow. The joint angles slightly as the arm leads to a bare shoulder glowing faintly from a phantasmic light.
Next come the feet, clad in deeply russet mid-calf boots. The solid heels clank against an unseen floor; the sounds reverberate across the seeming void. Shapely legs appear, bending sprightly at the knees with vigor. The thighs are lithe but robust, the tight form-fitting rose colored fabric accentuates the powerful shapely lower limbs.
A girdle made of tough leather covers the wider hips that narrow to an hourglass waist. The toned stomach shows hints of strong lines defining the muscles that run along it, up to a moderate bosom only partially covered by the crimson rose fabric favored by the wearer. The path upwards leads to a similar red colored scarf that entwines around a neck neither too long nor too short.
Atop the shoulders rests a head, from which the flowery fragrances emanate. A soft chin with full cheeks and a modest jawline reveal scarlet lips upturned in a flirtatious smile. The supple lips lead up to an adorable button-like nose. One sapphire blue eye gazes, heavily lidded, while the other eye is hidden behind neck length golden yellow hair. Three blossoms adorn the young woman’s locks, giving off wafts of entrancing perfume. And then the hand, the first vision obtained in this umbral world, caresses your cheekbone.
Your cheek…bone? You try to look around frantically but your gaze is fixed, moving only as far as the woman’s hand holding your head allows. You cannot feel the rest of your body. You cannot even really feel your face. You only think that you do, at least probably, still have a head that is currently being held in the lady’s grasp.
“Oh, are you awake my dearest?” The radiant maiden’s face beams at you. “We had so much fun last night I hope you remember it. We will remember it! Forever.”
You search the rapidly fleeing memories in the sieve that is now your ghostly skull’s remains and can only mutter weakly, “Kath…erine…”
“Yes,” she giggles. Her eyelashes flutter and her eyelids remain half-hooded over her eyes as she gazes into the remnants of your fading vision in your empty eye sockets. “But you can call me Kitty. Let’s enjoy our wonderful darkness. Together.”
Your final consciousness fades as you only briefly feel the light flicker of her lips against your ethereal forehead. And then you feel nothing as you dissipate completely into her shadows.
Entered by: 0x768D…ca2d and preserved on chain (see transaction)
