Rose wiped the dripping wine from the corner of her lip with her long, slender fingers. Poets could write pages and pages of poetry for her smile while wiping her lips. Her green hair was long enough to spread all over the chair she was sitting in, and it was bright enough to reflect even the slightest light in the room. She wore a thin, light green dress and her low-cut legs combined with a small cleavage made her as precious as a diamond you would hide in the deepest part of the world. She was a beautiful woman that you can say, 'No one sees, no one knows, she's just mine'. Unlike her green hair, her eyes were pitch black. Just like her hair, she was so shiny that sometimes you would think her eyes were white.
After wiping the wine with her finger, a white handkerchief appeared in the a
