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Yet if Sasha seemed some beautiful nightingale, then Lureene was a vision of golden heaven.
She wore a floor-length dress shaped like a morning glory woven from a fine silver. The whole of it was covered in flecks of gold and electrum patterned after falling leaves with small, clear gems sparkling throughout. Towards its hem the leaves were more sparse and one could just make out shifting layers of fabric that give motion to its train. The number and density of the precious 'leaves' increased the higher one's gaze traveled until the strapless, bare-shouldered affair became a radiant layer of sparkling gold interspersed with diamonds at her glorious bust.
In concert with her blonde tresses, and golden wings, any man able to keep his wits might very well have had need to check his wrist to ensure he yet had a pulse — some reassurance that he had not died and gone to heaven.
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