I see a blind harpy thrusting her disfigured citrusy corpse at me. Behind her a flash of oily light - is this a beautiful angel, far beyond human understanding or a terrible beast, distracting us with bright lights like the infamous devilish anglerfish?
She was something to look at nineteen with not a scar (I could see) on her precious little body. But, I knew at least 4 people who had slept with her that preceding week. Better safe than sorry, ain't that right little Rakista?