Eileen

She was a blur. A red blur. Buzzing around the dancefloor like some supercharged snooker ball. Only she was beautiful, far more beautiful than any creature who had ever lived. Chestnut brown hair fell around her delicate shoulders. Her moist brown eyes had a girlish charm and her full red lips drew the attention of every eye in the room. Her cheekbones were immaculately formed and were the epitome of elegance. Her dress, which hung loosely off of one shoulder, hugged her figure tightly, showing her elegant curves. Her bright red heels seemed to carry her on platforms of fire; pure, unadulterated passion. As she spun her dress whirled in huge, captivating circles around her and the very air seemed to crackle and sizzle with her every movement. The glass ceiling reflected her image onto the dancefloor and for a few moments she was infinite; an army of gorgeous red. Her pale skin seemed to melt under the strength of the pure red she wore draped access her body. She was Helen, she was Cleopatra, she was Marilyn; she was Eileen. And there was never a creature like her