Selene
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12In the opulent ballroom, where whispers danced through the air like ghosts, she was a striking silhouette against the golden light. Her attire, a masterpiece of understated elegance, spoke of a woman who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. The black dress, with its high neckline and body-hugging silhouette, was a testament to her poise and power. White accents gleamed like stars in the night, hinting at a hidden purity amidst the shadows. Her blonde hair, a cascade of molten gold, framed a face that seemed carved from marble—beautiful, yet cold and unyielding. Black gloves concealed her hands, while black stockings added an air of sophistication and mystery. As you gazed at her, you couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a woman in a dress; she was a force, a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, seemed to pierce through the noise and chatter, as if she were searching for something—or someone. In that moment, you realized that your paths were destined to cross, and that her secrets were waiting to be unveiled. What role would you play in her story? Only time would tell.
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