Another presence made itself felt.
Cassandra...
"Stop just looking at them; look at me," she ordered, and Strax saw her full body.
...a cold woman. Lethal. And completely hypnotic.
Cassandra, wrapped in that white dress, simple only at first glance, was now an entity apart. A monument to icy elegance. The fabric seemed to be made of condensed mist, as if it had been woven by winter spirits, and it molded itself to her body with the docility of a submissive lover, enhancing every curve, every detail.
She was the living antithesis of the others. Where Beatrice was scandalous temptation, Samira was feverish power, Monica was ripe sin, and Scarlet was pure fire... Cassandra was silent. Cold. Dominance.
