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The room suddenly grew quiet as the doors opened and a woman emerged from the outside world into the dark catina. No male could take his eyes from her and the women in the room, even Raina, grew bitter of her as she gracefully strolled along the walk way the the bar. She was dressed in a long, flowing white dress that waved at her side as she walked as if the wind itself was dancing around her beauty. No woman, though try as they wanted, could match her. She had florecent violet eyes that regaurded every person in the bar with a glance. Her hair was a deep blonde one the top and the under side was a dark black. Her face was smooth and ivory white, almost chisled to perfection.
The owner of the catina went to server her himself. He was a gastly man, with a stark face and beady eyes. "What can I get you?"
The womans eyes rose to meet his and as if her beauty from far away wasn't enough, up close she was a porcilen doll. "Water please, and Paste soup." Her voice was soft and calming, it reached out and grabbed a hold of the male populace in the room, forcing those with less manners to grin lick their lips. When the woman say this, she looked away in disqust.
"Coming right up." And the own was off.
Two bar stools down, Raina sat, watching the woman was obvious envy and disdain. Raina was only 2nd in looks compared to that "goddess". She continued to sip on her water, watching the woman out of the corner of her eye. _________________ "If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain."
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