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I could see the effect of the Arousal Aroma growing stronger, her breaths coming faster, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She patted the sofa next to her, inviting me to sit. "Come, join me," she said, her voice sultry and inviting. As I walked towards the sofa, I discreetly activated the AI lens integrated into my mask. The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details.

Elena's captivating presence was impossible to ignore, and as she made her way through the crowd with Scarlett by her side, all eyes remained fixed on the enchanting vision before them. Elegantly gracing her neck was a sophisticated necklace featuring an exquisite arrangement of diamond stones, perfectly complementing a matching pair of dangle earrings. Her hair was styled in glamorous waves that framed her face beautifully, while her makeup was applied with a light touch, enhancing her natural features without overpowering them. The true showstoppers, however, were her sparkling eyes, which radiated an irresistible charm and captivated everyone who met her gaze.

She had a wide, round face with a pointed chin. Her eyes are big and greyish-green with a hint of fierceness in them and she had dark eyelashes. Her nose was short and a little turned up at the end making her look mature kind of. The woman exuded a slightly arrogant and cold personality but when her gaze met with Lynn's, her eyes turned gentle and slightly fiery. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. She had a different kind of beauitiful compared to Clara, although Clara was more beauitiful, she could not compare to this woman in terms of figure and charisma. Her gaze turned to me slowly and she frowned before averting her gaze.

“Lachesis, this is the girl!” As she leans down to help me up, a tall, thin woman approaches us. Everything about her reminds me of spindles, down to her fingertips. Her soft blonde and white hair is in a bun, held in place by decorative sticks. Her gray eyes hold thousands of years of compassion and rage, hope and despair, yearning and disgust, all just under the surface of her thin, smiling lips. She is wearing a long flowy dress but what catches my eye is her eye. Or should I say, a pendant holding an eyeball that looks just like the Luna Regent’s?

It was as if she was not the one with the thick voice earlier. "Wow! That's —" Nester was saying. "You're shocked?" Came Linda's thick voice again which was accompanied with a horrible smile. Nester could not but admit that the woman was beautiful, given her oval face and small lips. Her brows were full, but that made her all the more gorgeous. The only cosmetic on her face were inside her eyes and that was the blue lens. It would have been perfect with just eye lashes, but she barely had any and didn't fix any as well. But no matter what, Lillian was far more beautiful.

I wanted to drown myself in the liquor I was drinking, I kept imagining Jeffrey's sneering face, and God knows how much I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. "Mind if I join you?" I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone approaching me. I took a moment to examine the woman in front of me, and I must say that she is rather beautiful. She has long eyelashes that I can tell are not real, but they complement her hazel brown eyes, which I can tell are simply contacts, and she has a gorgeous nose that I can tell was augmented through surgery. My eyes briefly went down to her big breasts, and I can tell that those are real at least.

Her eyes were slanted downwards, reminiscent of someone who had undergone multiple lifts and tucks. I was sure the woman was well into her 60s or maybe in her 70s, yet both her appearance and demeanor made her seem older and younger at the same time. She wore a pair of cat-eye red-rimmed glasses and bright red lipstick, with a choice of attire consisting of a deep purple suit. In my mind, I pictured her as a serpent, and a serpent she was.

She turned and squinted, staring at me. “What are you doing?” I asked, feeling a burn in my cheeks. “To see if you are Lunalust.” Uhm. What? “I am clearly not.” “Well…” She continued gaping. “She has fuller lips.” Yeah, because I overline them. “Her eyes are bigger…” Because there’s something called make-up, Amber. “And they are blue…” Contacts. I have never been more grateful for contact lenses. “See?” I shrugged. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment; she’s hot.”

How she managed to have her own stamina while preventing mine from collapsing astounds me. “It’s okay.” I say to the lady who sounds slightly panicked. I dart my head up to face her. Tall. Slender and beautiful. A blonde with a huge, square shaped, thick framed glasses hanging over her nose and dark eyeliner outlined over her eyes behind those glasses. She’s got green eyes. I cannot tell if those are contacts of her actual eye colour. Her lips are painted dark red with a black liner outlined on the outer portion of her lips to define it, while red lays at the centre, giving it a nice blend.

But yet somehow my attention keeps locking onto her over and over again no matter how many times I try dragging it elsewhere. Lena notices us approaching almost immediately. Her curls bounce slightly as she turns toward us fully now, wine glass dangling lazily between her fingers while the city lights spill gold across her skin. Jesus Christ! She somehow looks even prettier up close. There’s life in her face, real emotion. No Botox or fillers, there’s nothing polished or fake about her reactions and I realize I’ve spent so much time around women who carefully manufacture every expression that Lena feels almost startling in comparison.