The witch stood before them, her long golden wavy hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall of liquid sunlight. The waves caught the light in the room, shinning with an otherworldly sheen. She had a heart-shaped face, framed perfectly by her flowing locks, with lips so rosy and full they were almost irresistibly tempting. But it was her eyes that truly captured attention—emerald green, deep and hypnotizing, drawing anyone who met her gaze into their depths.
Her skin was exceptionally fair and creamy, flawless in a way that seemed almost unnatural. It was as if she had been sculpted from the purest marble, every inch flawless. She had large, firm breasts that were accentuated by the low-cut dress she wore, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. The dress was both elegant and provocative, highlighting her ample bosom without being overtly vulgar.
