Beauty graced the halls; candles were lit. Entrance was crowded with the higher class, light glide of music to sway the mood. Upon the decorations, the consummations, the gowns of beauteous portrayal, as of the couples entwined in dance, one stood apart. Dressed in apparel of a goddess -- Enticing formation engulfed in ashen silk layers, attracting many an eye. Collared jewelry seemed to ablaze astonishing porcelain silhouette, embracing entire neckline. Graced cascades reflected gallantly unto the shimmering light's core; pearls of black's eye twining within strands ever so amazingly. Caliginous formation within the female's grace were to indeed attract, gentle smile upon such a pale physique -- Terrain of surreal extravagance in plaid resulting. Merely attempting to serve those, politeness created its aura around the female, enduring to engulf that of a male beside as well. Smiles were exchanged, as the woman turned away; Beyond the back neck vision, the man seemed to catch a glimpse of deep red scar upon the neck of the woman, as of the lines from rope's doing. The man arched a brow, once more grasping the woman's attention with the question about the scar. The woman merely smiled in deaf tone of utter cluelessness. The man thought this was just a mute to his finding, and found the solution of pointing out the neck itself. Doe eyes of the purest ebon widened and attempted to conceal neck as though something were exposed that should not have been seen. And yet the female seemed happy- Always smiling. The man's attention was grabbed for but a moment, a young boy snatching his money purse, but as the man turned back to gaze upon the painfully beautiful angel, nothing was there. Before he left, he inquired about the unique woman, that no one seemed to ever hear or see of.

This has no meaning whatsoever, just a result of my boredom. Just like posting this.. o-o;