I hid behind a podium, it gave me a good view of the girl in the room. She had long black hair, as dark as night. It seemed to both absorb light and reflect it back. Her hair curled in every direction and created a halo of frizz around her head. Her skin was olive and rich, she was enigmatic. Dark and beautiful, like night. But warm and bright, like the sun. She was beauty and chaos at once. Her eyes were like daggers, a bright beautiful green that reminded me of the ivy that climbs up the windows. She was tall and curvy, like how you’d picture Aphrodite. She was a living soliloquy of pleasure.