Long, slender arms with unkempt hair that seems to defy gravity. Moist lips and a thin smile. I was entranced by her dance, then suddenly, I felt the cold metal of her blade at my neck. "This isn't the one..."
From whom did she learn to wield a blade? Don't be fooled by her looks. Should you, your neck shall be the one to answer. "This isn't the right one either..."