Washington State, Medina.
Kochou was exquisitely dressed, her jet-black hair arranged in an updo. She wore a gemstone necklace, bracelets, and a pair of sapphire earrings.
The effort a woman puts into her makeup reveals her attitude toward the person she is meeting.
She wore a light, bright red evening gown, like strawberry syrup drizzled over pristine white ice cream, exuding a tantalizing allure.
Her calves were covered in coffee-colored stockings, and she walked in bright red high heels.
As she moved, her waist swayed, the high heels tapping out a pleasant rhythm.
Kochou stepped out of the living room and onto the spacious second-floor balcony.
The deep blue night sky stretched overhead, devoid of stars, with only a lonely crescent moon hanging in the air.
The summer breeze swept across Lake Washington, teasing one's cheeks.