Chapter 295: Edith Yavener, a Beauty Beyond Mortal Measure

Hundreds of girls stood out in the biting wind, dressed in little more than thin, teasing layers. They were tall and willowy, all curves and long, pale legs. Their skin looked like porcelain, their features delicate enough to make a man forget how to breathe. Every one of them wore a bright, practiced smile, lips slightly upturned. There was no heavy powder or garish rouge, only light makeup that made their beauty feel effortless. More than that, each of them carried a clean, penetrating fragrance,...