Her skin was dusted with a shimmering powder, under the lights it glowed, like a goddess with her own Sacred Glow.
The woman was not exceptionally beautiful, but she possessed an ethereal and incredibly pure aura, like an orchid blooming quietly in a secluded valley, exuding a unique fragrance.
Seeing her, one would associate her with symbols of purity.
Such as lilies, angels, moonlight.
The pure and sweet aura she emitted easily invoked wicked thoughts in people, a desire to exhaust all means to destroy that innocence.
Sometimes, it's not just absolute beauty that can captivate the heart.
Soon, those casual glances changed, from initial indifference to an interested and detailed scrutiny.
The starting price was not high, only a hundred thousand.
"Five hundred thousand."
"One million."
When the price reached two million, Henry Dales could no longer restrain his emotions.
