She was tall and elegant, curved and beautiful - the very essence of femininity. Her hair was long and smooth, a dark brown with soft curls bouncing all the way down her back. Her skin was a milky white, her eyes the lightest blue. She had high cheekbones, protruding slightly, and full pink lips. Her robes of silk covered almost every inch of skin; only her fine collarbones peeked out from the shimmering waves of fabric.
She raised her right arm professionally, pulling back her robes to the elbow. Her dress began to wriggle and a gleaming blue serpent, part of the robes and yet wholly separate, started to appear. The silk creature wound around her bare arm and seemed to have no end, continuing down to her toes.
Suddenly it broke free of the dress and turned into a stream of water, slithering up into her open hand. She leaned forward and kissed it with those fantastic lips. It gave her a wet lick with its water tongue and she smiled happily.
"Isn't he sweet?" she asked me, without a glance in my direction.
I looked quickly over at the battered man on the floor. My son. My poor son.