You had to attend a party. It was full of other intellectuals, writers and artists, and as a poet you decided it wouldn’t have hurt to participate. As you danced, you noticed a woman. She was ethereal: her movements graceful, her gaze angelic. The party was now over, and your friend Vanessa brought you to a room where you, and other friends would've hung out. There she was: the woman, beautiful as usual. "This is Virginia, my sister." Vanessa said as she introduced the woman to you.