Hunting memories of Regrettable love.
A young lady with bright charisma and long brown flowing hair that hung like honey from her head walked along a long, wide, well-spaced corridor.
She wore a red gown that stopped just above her knees. The gown was just tight enough to give the imagination a perfect glimpse of what her curvy body looked like in her nakedness.
With comfortable high heels the same color as her gown, her shape from her model-like legs upwards was a sight for uncomfortable wet dreams at night.
Her every action, whether consciously or unconsciously, excluded her deep feminine sensuality.
There were many who were blessed with beauty and learned a bit of seduction along the way.
However, this one was different.
She was a beauty but was either born with seduction seeping out of her bones or she was a goddess in a previous life.