Look At That Dress
Just...look at it. The sheer paneling, the beadwork - subtle but dazzling. It whispers refinement. Understated. Elegant.
Her nipples pressing against the fabric with perfect restraint. Not vulgar. Not accidental. Designed. Controlled. Most women - sloppy, asymmetrical, grotesque. But Maggie...Maggie is flawless. The tone, the symmetry - like the watermark on Paul Allen's card. The rare detail only a connoisseur appreciates.
Her areolae, too. Soft, dusky rose. Not too dark. Not too pale. Harmonized with her complexion like Pantone matching. Impossible balance. Perfection incarnate. She doesn't just wear the dress - she transcends it.
How can she exist in this city, in this world, with such impossible perfection, while the rest of us wallow in mediocrity?!
Her nipples pressing against the fabric with perfect restraint. Not vulgar. Not accidental. Designed. Controlled. Most women - sloppy, asymmetrical, grotesque. But Maggie...Maggie is flawless. The tone, the symmetry - like the watermark on Paul Allen's card. The rare detail only a connoisseur appreciates.
Her areolae, too. Soft, dusky rose. Not too dark. Not too pale. Harmonized with her complexion like Pantone matching. Impossible balance. Perfection incarnate. She doesn't just wear the dress - she transcends it.
How can she exist in this city, in this world, with such impossible perfection, while the rest of us wallow in mediocrity?!