She was heart-stoppingly beautiful, wearing a full-length black gown which clung to her figure like a spill of ink. Her mahogany hair had been curled and hung down her spine and her makeup was like a work of art, dark and sultry around her eyes which only highlighted the ring of black the stars had given her. Her lips were painted a deep, blood red which made me ache to taste her kisses again.
Serving lady death
