Malia had the voice of an angel and the face of succubus, she was like a seductive demon come to life. Sigrid was very confident in her looks but meeting Malia tickled her a little. The other two sisters were just as beautiful and just as seductive. One was playing the flute and one was dancing, moving as if she was boneless.
The wind was obviously in love with her because it lent her assistance, blowing through her hair and the long silk arms of her dress as if a gigantic fan had been placed directly in front of her.
"Men would kill for one and the prince gets all three." Someone whispered.
The whisper brought Sigrid out of her mind and back to the present. Mauve had already found her position by Sigrid's side. The rash and emotional lady-in-waiting was pulling the arms of her dress up.
"Maury, get me my large rolling pin, I will flatten these women like dough and bake them in the sun."
