Lucy's eyes widened as she saw the figure entering through the door.
Madelyn was clad in her signature white robes, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. As always, she was beautiful and radiated with an aura of pure, divine power.
Her robes were right enough to accentuate her curves, her busty figure making the fabric stretch tight against her skin, outlining the perfect shape of her breasts and her smooth, porcelain skin.
Her blue eyes were piercing, as if she was looking straight into Lucy's soul, yet her gaze was gentle, as though she was looking at a delicate flower.
Her gait was slow but graceful, and the fabric of her robes swished as she moved, making the light shimmer around her. She truly was the personification of beauty and grace, and every step she took was a show of her dominance.
