The woman before Coco was beautiful, with long pink hair that cascaded down her back in shimmering waves, framing her delicate face like a halo.
Her eyes were a vibrant shade of pink, like a bouquet of pink roses in full bloom, their gaze intense and striking. Her face was pale and flawless, like fine porcelain, her features soft and delicate.
Her clothes were simple but elegant, a flowing cheap and tattered silk of white and pink, the material hugging her curves in all the right ways.
She was a vision of femininity and grace, something that could have come straight from a fairytale— however, maybe Coco was just exaggerating, but for her eyes, the woman was that good-looking.
Holy freaking shit..! She's so goddamn beautiful! Coco's jaw dropped at the beauty before her, her eyes being blessed with the pink haired woman's gaze locking with hers.
