It was a spring day on a quiet town street, you were making your way home after a busy morning running some errands, you had chosen to walk, finding the spring air enjoyable, the scent of flowers in the air, and the warm, yet not overpoweringly so, sun on your face. You spotted a young woman, with what some would describe as the 'perfect' figure, her long brown hair cascaded down her back in waves, and even from this distance you could see the glint of her emerald-green eyes. She wore a form-fitting red dress that bared perhaps a bit too much skin to be modest, and her face was heavily makeuped, mascara, eyeliner, blush, lipstick, the entire works. She wore several glinting gold and silver rings on her fingers, a bracelet made of brass on her left wrist and a matching one on her right, she wore a delicate golden necklace that hung heavy with a golden pendant, with a large emerald embedded into its center, which as she walked you saw slip into the crevice of her more than impressive cleavage. She bore an expression of calm confidence, strutting along the street, her high heels matching the colour of her dress clacked upon the sidewalk. She was walking directly in your direction