Almost immediately, the car door swung open, and a breathtaking figure stepped out.
Another vehicle ventured closer from not too far away. Its headlights formed a beam of light about a meter in diameter. Within that beam stood a peerless beauty, splendidly positioned.
There is a type of woman, similar to the stars that twinkle in the night sky, dazzling, striking, and radiant.
Men from all walks of life consider them the ideal they worship in their dreams. While men madly bow down before them, these women step on their shoulders, searching for steps that lead downwards.
These superlative goddesses are all creations meticulously crafted by God.
And the woman within the light beam is undoubtedly a 'masterpiece of God'.
An exquisite face, a noble and cool demeanor, a figure so perfect that it leaves no room for criticism, she is nothing less than a metaphorical femme fatale.
