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There was nothing unattractive about her, and as she stood before them, not even the bump in her possibly broken nose detracted from the display of her well defined features.
D’stherae found herself immediately attracted to the woman as she placed filled pint glasses before her. She observed her cheek bones, the way her closed mouth hinted at an overbite, and was suddenly curious to hear the woman speak. She wanted to see her lips in motion.
She took hold of the frosty glass just as the woman removed her fingers from around its shape. As D’stherae sipped the beverage within, she barely noticed her companion beside her, conversing with other patrons.
She cared little whether they spoke of her, or Maszrana, or not. D’stherae couldn’t lift her focus from the barmaid, as she admired the even layer of smooth and unblemished human clay that was her tan complexion.
“Do you like your drink?” she asked.
“Yes,” D’stherae replied. She took another sip and set down the glass.
The woman on the other side of the bar extended her arms along its edge, making space between her body and the structure. She had the athletic build of every other Sklissing D’stherae had seen since arriving. Her skin draped her perfectly weighted muscles which appeared neither over nor underused, and it was with uncomfortable envy that D’stherae noticed how her ample breasts curved and filled her chest, while the rest of her body was succinct and tight.
She seemed the very essence of femininity – from the curls in her hair, to the feathery display of her dark lashes, the suppleness of her lips, and light shadowy laugh lines around her mouth. D’stherae had never witnessed anyone as beautiful…
