This she-demon was born beautiful, cherry lips and jade-like nose, eyes soft and alluring. Her figure was soft as gauze smoke, supple as if boneless.
Only that perfectly curved smile seemed inlaid upon her face. Beautiful it was, yet lacking a few degrees of life.
This was a welcoming smile, a server's smile, a polite smile, not one arising from joy.
Her Demon Mark manifested upon her skin: extremely intricate and gorgeous crimson snake patterns, running down from her neck, covering the snow-white flesh, extending into her clothes, likely spread across her entire body.
Such patterns ought to make the viewer feel danger, yet on closer look they possessed a fatal attraction.
From entering the room to slipping under the bed, it took no more than a single breath.
Her movement technique was superb; she did not disturb even a single mote of dust in the room. And she instantly entered a sort of dormant state, body and soul leaving no trace, without leaking the slightest breath.
