Somewhere in Indra...
In a softly lit hotel room, a woman stood with elegance, her jet-black hair cascading down her back in smooth waves, framing a face of striking beauty. A subtle mole near her lips added a touch of allure, drawing attention to her confident smile.
She wore a stunning red prom dress that embraced her curves delicately, the color vibrant and contrasting against her fair skin. The gown's intricate lace and flowing skirt whispered with every movement, enhancing her graceful presence.
As she discussed business matters with the people, her voice carried a melodic tone, effortlessly blending her charm and intelligence. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkled with a hint of mischief, captivating anyone who was fortunate enough to meet her gaze.
In one hand, she held a glass of wine, the crystalline glass caught the ambient light and cast its delicate reflections across the room.
