Jack looked at the lady in front of him, her skin white as clouds, adorned with a blood-red dress, She looked, the very description of blood spilt on cotton. Her dark blue eyes were like a snake and a snake charmer at the same time, her aura wanting to drink red liquid out of Jack's body.
Her apple hairs danced around the gentle wind like a fire that threatened to burn the surrounding area and her tall figure with her big heels looked down on Jack as if he was her plaything, like she was a puppet master and he was a puppet. Like how a snake looks at her eggs, with the purpose of love and hunger.
Jack looked at her two blue hearts and gulped his saliva. She hated him, however, what relaxed his nerves was the fact that her Ero Meter was on ninety-five.
'She wants to fuck me.' He thought.
"No, I don't." She moved near him and placed her finger on his lips. Jack could feel her sting ray-like nails on his lips, sending an electric current through his body.
