A Woman undressing.

Before an armoire barely visible in the darkness, there stood a tall and slender woman, whose sleek length of hair, black as the shadows surrounding her and haloed by a penumbral glimmer of light, hung before smooth, pale shoulders. Her back was to the window as she slid an onyx dress down those shoulders, gently catching it around her waist.

Orus stood watching, his presence going unnoticed as she continued to disrobe. The dark folds of soft fabric were dropped to her feet, revealing all the curves of her naked back, and every inch of glowing skin, from her long legs, to the nape of her neck, just visible behind her parted ebony locks.

At first, his only thoughts were of how this woman bore no resemblance to the girl he sought. But as the moments progressed, he found himself simply staring. She was intriguing... A sensual study, like a rare flower with black velvet petals, displaying its alabaster secrets so gracefully.

Orus knew he shouldn't impose upon her privacy, especially considering the dangers that accompanied the rumors of this place. He also had a job to do, and she could very well have information he needed. He couldn't risk fowling that chance, yet he couldn't help wanting to witness just one more moment, one more inch of skin, through the shadows of the window.