Chapter 194: Guitar
"Good morning, Ms. Merge." Quizen greeted the woman.
The woman stopped sweeping and turned around, facing both Coco and Quizen.
She has beautiful black hair and eyes, her hair a silky black waterfall that cascades down her back in straight, glossy locks and her eyes were a deep black, the color so dark they almost seemed to blend into the inky black hair framing her face.
Despite the darkness of her hair and eyes, her features were delicate and feminine, her lips full and plump, and her expression soft and sweet.
"Quizen?" The woman called out, smiling softly at the mediator, "What brings you to this part of the village at this time of the day? It’s a little early, don’t you think?"
Coco’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide in surprise as she stared at the woman.
She was wearing a dress and it looked incredibly beautiful.
It was black, made of a soft, flowing material that pooled around her feet, but the color of the dress was the deepest black— a dark void that looked as if it might draw one in, like a black hole.
The dress hugged her body, the sleeves of the dress were slightly puffed, the fabric ending just above her wrist, the hem brushing against the ground and it was obvious that the material was made of an expensive soft, silky fabric.
Every inch of her body was enhanced by the dress, the black color making her pale skin glow in the dim lighting.
Despite the simplicity of the dress, it was difficult to take one’s eyes off her— the dress was simple yet elegant, the fabric falling in graceful folds, and the color adding an air of mystery to her overall appearance.