The young woman sat on the bed, lost in thought about how perfect she was. She had a perfectly symmetrical face, big breasts with high cheekbones and full lips. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with just the slightest hint of imperfect

The young woman sat on the bed, her perfect breasts heaving with each breath. She had a perfectly symmetrical face, with high cheekbones and full lips. Her long hair cascaded down her back in a thick wave of brown locks. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with just the slightest hint of imperfection on her forehead. She wore a tight-fitting royal gown that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her perfect curves and full breasts.As she sat there, admiring herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew that she had everything going for her - perfect skin, big breasts, an ass to die for - and she loved showing off all of it to anyone who would look at her.She reached out to touch herself through the fabric of her gown, feeling the softness of her own skin as she explored every inch of herself. She knew that no one could ever compare to how perfect she was - not even those who claimed to be royalty themselves could match up to what she had achieved in life so far.As she continued exploring herself through the mirror, lost in thought about how amazing everything looked on her body, a knock came at the door. She sighed heavily and got up from where she sat on the bed, walking over to open it up for whoever it was that dared disturb her beauty sleep.