...161 years ago...
A lone woman sat at a banquet in the corner of the room looking at everyone with indifferent eyes. Anyone who saw her would be stunned into silence by her beauty. Her snow-white hair hung elegantly past her shoulders. Her eyes were as green as emeralds and caused everyone who saw them to hold their breath in admiration.
However, the thing they enjoyed viewing most of all was her body. Many people would compare her to a fertility goddess. Her bodacious breasts popped out of the red corset dress as her swinging hips captured the male's admiration and even some women.
Unfortunately, I didn't feel the same as them.
I even went as far as to fervently despise my own body. I hated wearing tight dresses. Women here were forced into tight corsets to appear seductive and mature. Not only did I feel as though I couldn't breathe, but I also felt like my breasts were constantly slapping me in the face.
I passionately abhorred it.
