Their skin was just as dark as their horns and hair, and was hands down the most beautiful shade of plum Joy had ever seen; it was warm, smooth, and matte, making her recklessly want to reach out and touch. The phrase “the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice” ran through Joy’s head before she could stop it, making her blush furiously. Sharp, pointed nails tipped their fingers, and their irises glowed in a thin ring of red, surrounding a large, black pupil she felt like she could drown in.
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