I stood up slightly annoyed at being interrupted at such an inopportune moment, but when I opened the door, my irritation quickly faded, replaced by satisfaction and anticipation.
Standing at the door was a woman with skin as white and smooth as porcelain, which contrasted with her large, honey-brown eyes—deep and shining like warm liquid gold. Her naturally long, curly eyelashes fluttered with a hint of anxiety. Her shoulder-length black hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands sticking to her slender, smooth cheeks, adding to her fragile, slightly rushed appearance.
She was dressed simply but neatly: a form-fitting cream-colored turtleneck sweater that showed off her proportional figure with its well-developed breasts—not as large as Delilah's, but plenty plump and tempting.
