Quagmire sat unmoving and gazed intently at the otherworldly woman before him, as if this were the first time he had interacted with another creature—living flesh, warmth, and kindness. Numerous thoughts ran through his mind, like a computer going into overload, yet at the same time a sea of calmness prevailed all over.
The woman before him, with pristine platinum-pink hair that was long and luminous, seemed to have an iridescent sheen that caught the light of the room like a prism. The hair cascaded in loose, effortless waves that seemed to reach past her shoulders, with a few wispy strands framing her face.
The woman's eyes were large and expressive, with an almond shape, and they were warm and amber-colored. Her lips were full and naturally rosy. Her figure was slender yet elegant, with curves in the right spots. She had a warm and inviting expression as she cleaned the bloodied rags.
