Suddenly, a picture of an extremely pale woman wearing a long gown made from the darkest black material that Mark had ever seen popped into his mind. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with an allure that would make even the most strong-willed man swallow in desire. One side of her gown had a slit in it that showed off her extremely long pale leg, and even though her gown was covering her completely all the way to her neck, it was obvious that she was well-endowed in the chest region. She had a condescending frown on her face and held a black staff in her hand with a dark ball rotating at the tip of it.
Mark felt his resolve shake. That was a hot goddess.
[Comment from GoG: Haha! Now you see what I'm talking about!? How can I decide what to put on someone like this without outside help!?]
Mark shook his head once Sozin sent another message, and he kept one eye on the Eldritch while answering quickly.
