skin that was decorated with dedicatory tribal ink of feminine symbols throughout, up her arms and down her back. She had many sizeable stone piercings. Her Eyes were large, alluring glass beads that continuously glowed vigorously. Her hair was exceedingly long, smooth, and dark, flowing well past her wide, slim waistline, bouncing playfully in luscious swirls about her body.
Ceaselessly employing her alluring enigma to her great advantage, the roguish woman was always able to entice any being with a Heart by her beauty. She was always dressed simply, but elegantly, usually in a long, translucent golden dress woven from the brilliant fibers of the almighty Solaria, the vast blazing force that had more than Once anointed her “Mother Magdalena, the Eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings.” Her special dress, which she most always wore, had been designed to shield the Mother from any airborne toxins or conflicting spirits that would ever attempt to interfere with her self-righteousness.
The woman was traveling with a tiny robot companion that had been engineered to look and behave like a cat. This silvery mechanical pet, which she called Amrita, was now scuffling on the ship's flight deck below her, uttering gruff meows. Just like a cat, the little robot took a sly, feminine appearance, having quick reflexes and slinky hind legs that could swiftly propel its body upward to whichever higher surface it wished itself upon. Somehow, this small metal canister containing wires and chips was able to elicit affection, as it felt perpetually drawn to the enticing woman and her antics, usually behaving in such ways that exhibited emotional attachment to her. It spoke English. "You're beautiful. I love you," the thing would often mutter to the woman, rubbing up against her. And neither the woman, nor anyone or anything else, had specifically programmed the cat-bot to say that.
