Divei has light green, perfectly groomed hair clumsily hanging over a fresh, cheerful face. Hollow brown eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, locked eyes with Mich.
An old tattoo of a tail fin is almost hidden just above the left side of her neck and leaves an intriguing memory of who she once was.
Smooth skin elegantly compliments her cheeks and leaves a pleasurable memory of her beauty.
'She would have been the perfect candidate for the pearl assessment.' Mich thought with regret.
Fantasizing about what he would have done with her and the underlying results that would have sprung from their copulation.
'Frich was stupid to let the opportunity go! Now, all we are left with is beauty without brains and a possibility of never seeing a clear pearl!' Mich's anger rose as he stared at Divei, suppressing it with his tight grip on his armrest.
