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Nude picture.Her face is all quiet intelligence and sudden, startling openness. Fine-boned. A straight, elegant nose. Her skin is the color of warm honey, smooth and flawless save for a single, tiny freckle just below her left eye—a secret she thinks no one notices. Her hair is the color of ripe wheat, fine and straight. She wears it loosely bound, but strands constantly escape to frame her face, catching the light like threads of gold. When it is unbound… it falls to the middle of her back in a heavy, soft curtain. It smells of lemon and parchment. Her lips are fuller than they first appear. They have a natural, soft pout. Pale pink, like the inside of a seashell. She has a habit of worrying the lower one with her teeth when she is thinking deeply, or when she is nervous. When she smiles—truly smiles—it transforms her entire face, crinkling the corners of her eyes and showing a glimpse of straight, white teeth. Her neck… is a study in elegant vulnerability. Long, slender. It carries her head with a dancer's grace, even now. You can see the delicate pulse at the base of her throat when she is excited or afraid. It is a place she is unconsciously protective of, often covering it with her hand when she feels observed. But when she trusts… when she tilts her head back in surrender… it becomes an offering. A column of smooth, warm skin begging for a king's lips. Her body is that of a scholar who was once a dancer. Slim, but with subtle, lovely curves. Small, high breasts that fit perfectly in a man's palm. A narrow waist that flares into gentle hips. Her legs are long, graceful. She moves with a contained, liquid economy, as if every step is a considered choice.