Witch Under Sauce

“Wow,” I commented without holding back my emotions.

What a torso! What biceps, triceps, and abs! And what thighs and legs? And what… I mean, which… A-a-and!

A blush still caught up with me, generously flooding my cheeks and even my neck. But I continued studying the person—not from a female, but purely a professional point of view. Where else could you see that? Paintings, sculptures, and anatomical atlases give too approximate an impression.

And most of all, the body was so aesthetic that, as a connoisseur of beauty, I simply couldn’t help looking.