An very mature feminine voice rang in the hall behind them, taking everyone's attention.
A woman in her late 40s walked in with a swagger like a diva.
Her long black hair cascaded like a silk waterfall, falling smoothly over her shoulders and down her back, shimmering with a faint luster like moonlight resting on still water.
Her eyes were phoenix-like, narrow and bright, gleaming with cold fire. When she looked at you, it felt like you were being seen through, not being judged, just laid bare. Like twin stars in a night skyl, beautiful, distant yet untouchable.
Her skin was pale and flawless, soft as jade and without a single blemish. Even without a trace of makeup, she carried an allure that made younger women look like cheap imitations.
The curve of her waist was like a willow branch swaying in spring wind, slender, graceful, yet impossibly strong. She walked not like a human, but like an empress from a forgotten dynasty returning to reclaim her throne.
