The Waves

She isn’t facing her. She’s looking towards the window, towards the city, towards the sea? Charlotte can see a longing air about her in the glass’s reflection. A worried expression passes through her face. She has nothing to fear, but she is expecting something. Her long hair is dripping small droplets of water on the floor, her tips reaching to her midsection, just above her naked rear end… She is fully naked, by the way. It kinda adds to the ethereal presence, as if she was completely unburdened by the rules of the world she was making an appearance in. Nothing about her felt natural, even though she could very well just be a beautiful woman that just skinny-dipped into the ocean before ascending the steps of the old clock tower to watch the waves… Not very convincing. A birthmark rests behind her hair tips, just above her cheeks, soft red, like a superficial burn etched onto her skin… It’s a tad subtle, but Charlotte could swear the strange presence had faint traces of iridescent scales on her skin softly lit up by moonlight. Alien, strange, scaled… Charlotte should have been scared. But all she could really feel at this exact moment was awe. Completely entranced by the vision, fluid, like the embodiment of water reborn as a woman, like the waves of something that is not quite desire crashed on her. She felt like she was drowning… but in peace? A smile grows at the corner of her mouth. She bites her lower lips and starts to fidget in place. She knows the strange girl has noticed her… But she doesn’t seem to want to meet her gaze. The stranger’s a tad shorter than Charlotte and a bit less curvy too, her regal appearance from the back distracting from the fact that she has a sort of juvenile charm to her. Not like a child, not at all. More like someone who observed society's standards from afar and adapted to the perfection the twisted vision of women’s bodies. Charlotte wants to say something, but the words die before they can leave her mouth.. And then the stranger turns around.

Her face is almost as divine as her body… Her eyes are just.. a bit too big? As if someone struggled to open them at the most of their capacity. Her tiny breasts, way smaller but also visibly softer than Charlotte’s, not covered in any way for everyone with eyes, bigger or not, to admire. Her body is fully aerodynamic, toned, muscles honed from her abs to her shins. She has both of her hands softly resting in front of her crotch… Not really hiding her innermost parts with intent. More so, as if it was her arm’s resting position. She has something in her eyes. A mix of fear and curiosity, desire and uncertainty. And they’re blue… Blue like nothing Charlotte ever saw before. Blue like the seven seas. Blue like the color of the ocean on the moon, the one she'll never get to see. Blue, like the purest form of water. She’s tempted to flee… She could lose herself inside her ocean.