Lascivious Body

Cassius let out a soft, contemplative hum, as if considering something deeply. Then, in a voice as if he were describing a painting, he said aloud,

"She really is pretty, isn't she?"

The crowd tensed.

"Even from a distance, I thought she was quite beautiful." He exhaled, almost wistfully. "That golden hair...Those delicate features..."

A few women shifted uncomfortably, already sensing where this was going.

Cassius's smirk widened.

"But..." He continued. "It was only after seeing her up close that I realized—" He paused deliberately, drawing out the mood, letting every second stretch like a blade being slowly drawn from its sheath.

Then, with a soft, almost indulgent chuckle, he said, "Not only does she have a perfect face." His voice dipped, thick with something dangerously suggestive.

"...She also has a perfect body as well."