In the soft glow of a candlelit room, a woman with raven-black hair, brown eyes as deep as the night sky, and a striking figure adorned in a refined purple dress, stood before the mirror. One breast casually peeked out from under her sleeveless, short dress, adorned with intricate silver jewelry, a ribbon choker around her neck. The dress hugged her generous curves, hinting at cameltoe and her thighs, revealing a hint of lace beneath. Her ears glimmered with crescent-shaped earrings. The aftermath of a private encounter was evident on her hands, a smear of cum painting an unintentional artistry. Yet, there was no trace of disgust in her eyes, only a sense of quiet satisfaction.