The Nymph Queen

I entered the room, it was simple yet gave an otherworldly aura to it. The room was lit in a lamp-light glow, and its warmth spread as petals across the walls.

Looking straight ahead, I saw luscious brown hair that dripped from an extremely luxurious sofa that had been knit with royal silk and a few gems attached to them.

A woman lay on the sofa, her legs resting on its arm and her head on a pillow that seemed to be extremely comfy.

Her legs were porcelain and golden rings were attached to them and a few golden accessories that started from the toes to reach the face.

She wore a thin white cloth that made her boobs almost see-through but not her nipples, a dress that would make thousands of women jealous and men bite their lips due to temptation.

She wore a long translucent gold toga wrapped around her butt as it reached the bottom of her right arm.

Her left hand held a glass of deep red wine, almost burgundy that matched her chocolate brown eyes.

Beautiful.