So I wrote a description spontaneously, of a woman who doesn't actually exist. Probably Briseis if she was slightly different?
The doors parted, and in stepped the most curious woman I had ever seen. She couldn’t have been from Europe, her skin was darker than ours, but lighter than the coloured people. Her jet black hair parted on her left side, and rested gently on her shoulders. Her eyes, the most distinct hazel, spoke more than she ever allowed through her lips. Her gaze, menacing, yet warming like a tigress’s. Her stride made her the owner of any room she walked into. A golden dress dragged behind her and seemed only hooked onto her body loosely, as if it were draped over the statue of a goddess from aeon before. She carried an aura of wisdom and wit, but as if her intelligence had been suppressed. Like she didn’t belong in this century, like she was from the past, but belonged in the future.
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