The lonely siren: a study in solitude and perfection

In the dimly lit room, a solitary figure sat slouched, her full body visible in the soft light. Her thick hips were accentuated by the loose dress, and her tiny ghost nipples barely showed through the fabric. A sadness etched on her perfect face was mirrored in her eyes as they reflected the flickering candlelight. Her shaved pussy was hidden beneath the dress, but the tiny ghost nipples hinted at the perfection of her body. Her hands, adorned with perfect fingers, lay limply in her lap.