Dance of Nymphs

When he looked at her, she felt the excitement that had only recently passed, got goosebumps and cold feet.

"It was very cold...very, very cold and I'm still freezing."

Now she was covered with a light, almost transparent, white sheet that outlined the outline of her body.

She pulled out her right arm and draped it across her chest.  "I have goosebumps!"

The small, light hairs on her forearm stood up and her perfumed body trembled slightly, the open pores of her skin let even more beguiling scents flow into the room and Marcellus felt a strong desire rising in him, knowing full well that Cynthia's body was a forbidden fruit for him...