Epilogue 8 - The End of One Battle And the Beginning of Another (7)
Isabelle was the last to step forward, and her presence alone seemed to command attention. Out of all the women here, she radiated an aura of sheer sensuality. Her figure was a masterpiece, the epitome of an hourglass shape, every curve precisely defined as if sculpted by the hands of a master artist. Her toned stomach revealed her lithe and lean build, unblemished by even the slightest trace of excess. Her face was nothing short of breathtaking, a vision of beauty so flawless it seemed almost unreal, like she belonged in the pages of history as a living work of art. When my eyes settled on her, she swallowed hard, her slender throat moving visibly.
"Isabelle," I called her name. She hesitated for a moment before moving toward me with slow steps. Each motion was so controlled that her firm, perfect breasts remained almost unmoving, emphasizing just how toned they truly were. It was impossible not to admire the way her body seemed to defy the laws of nature.