Prompt

Elena envisioned a platinum blonde with ice-blue eyes, lips perpetually swollen as if from a recent kiss, and a body built for sin—implausibly long legs, a tiny, cinched waist, and breasts so full and round they seemed to defy physics, tipped with nipples the color of pale rose. Elena wore a silver, micromini dress that glimmered like liquid metal, held up by precarious-looking spaghetti straps, the neckline plunging so deep the shadow between her breasts was a profound mystery.