C509 Scarlet Gothic Mass

It was a woman in a gauzy nightgown, like a fine sculpture in a haze of clouds. One couldn't help but think of the western oil paintings. The voluptuous bodies of the ancient Athenian goddesses, their soft lines and soft visual senses, were all the most deadly catalysts for challenging the limits of male hormones.

Her chestnut colored hair was flowing down to her waist. It was like silk