Ethan paused, watching as the female figure approached him slowly through the swirling mist.
Each step was slow, measured and graceful, and the air itself seemed to thicken in anticipation of her mere presence. The distance between them closed steadily until, at last, he could see her clearly.
She was draped in a flowing purple gauze skirt that swayed gently with her slow movement, her eyes shimmering like water veiled by light mist, and her brows were delicately arched like distant mountains etched against the dusk. Her voluptuous figure moved with captivating charm, each motion a dance of enchantment and allure.
As she made her way toward Ethan, she nodded with a bashful smile, her slender palms covering her ruby lips, as if shyly greeting a long-awaited beloved.
"Sir, do you remember still me?" she whispered.
