Her breasts barely concealed by a veil of white silk were golden and perfectly contoured sitting heavily above a waist so slender that it seemed with their weight it might snap. He hips pushed impudently at another silken garment that was held in place by a heavy golden girdle worn just below her waist. Her toe nails were dyed a deep red and shapely ankles were adorned with delicate ornaments of gold that quivered as she rose unsteadily from a milk-white ocean, her smile unsteady as if not knowing what to expect. The breath from her half-smiling lips was so fragrant that bees from the shore were drawn to it as to a flower, causing her eyes to shrink as if with fear, and her long eyelashes to sweep her cheeks.
Why should a beautiful girl, half-naked, arise from the depths of an ocean. True, the milk-white ocean set off her golden skin. But what was the point? To save the world? What an idea. To save the world.
