Oh, Beauty.
There was no escape. I went into the room, my heart in confusion, and saw the girl sleeping nt he enormous bed for hire, as naked and helpless as the day she was borm. She lay on her side, facing the door, illuminated from the ceiling by an intense light that spared no detail. I sat down to contemplate her from the edge of the bed, my five senses under a spell. She was dark and warm. her hair had been curled, and she work natural polish on the nails of her fingers and toes, but her molasses-colored skin look rough and mistreated. Her newborn breasts still seemed like a boy's, but they appeared full to bursting with a secret energy that was ready to explode. The best part of her body were her large silent stepping feet with toes as long and sensitive as fingers. She was drenched in phosophrescnet perspiration despite the fan, and the heat became unberable as the night progressed. It was impossible to imagine what her face was like under the paint applied with a heavy hand, the thick layer of rice powder with two daubs of ouge on her cheeks, the false lashes, her eyebrows and lids smoky with kohl, her lips augmented by a chocolate glaze. But the adornments and cosmetics could not hide her character: the haughty nose, heavy eyebrows, intense lips. I thought: A tender young fighting bull. -- Gabriel Garcia Marquez