She was just standing on the edge of the dance floor, surveying the room, her hips barely undulating in time to the music. She was the woman who had been in her erotic dreams since Anastasia could remember: wavy black hair to the middle of her back, creature white skin, a petite curvy form with bulging breasts above flaring hips and a narrow waist any woman would kill for. Her lips were glossed a wine shade of red, and her hair was in cute bangs in front. If you looked at her face, you would see an innocent woman, but as your eyes trailed down, you would see the women that she was, and so much she wasn't.
Her whole package was shown off in that shiny red dress, nude stockings with seams and low-heeled black patent shoes. Anastasia was in love!
