One day the world's most beautiful woman was chilling on her boat with her two sisters and a bunch of ugly chicks.
The world's most beautiful girl was very pretty. She had long, straight ebony black hair the color of blazing charcoal. Her eyes showed the deep and tragic sorrow that she hid under her tough facade mask. Her skin was smooth and perfect without any flaws. She was thin enough to be anorexic but wasn't. Her breasts were large and she was tall and big. She had perfectly-shaped eyes that had a gleaming glint of love.
She had a dark and mysterious past. She was also the strongest and most beautiful woman. Her past was sad and depressing and left her with haunted memories that scarred her for life.
"Your Empress!" one of her crew members called out. "We have captured an intruder."
There was a boy in a cage. A man.
The girl gasped.
He had a straw hate made of straw. His eyes sparkled with the wild and untamed dreams of heroes. His eyes were round and milky-white. He had a touch scar of manlines under the moor of his left eye. He was muscular and probably could wrap his strong arms around her.
"I love you, my love," he told her. "I know because you are the most perfect being I have ever layed eyes on you."
The world's most beautiful woman with long, straight ebony black hair the blazing color of charcoal swooned.
Over the next three days the two had amazingly romantic and heart-felt dates on the shores of Amazon Lilly.
"I love you," he told her in a voice that was so alluring and interesting that Boa felt that she would faint from hearing any world that would deliciously fall from his mouth. "But I want to know about your terribly tragic tragic past."
"I will!" she cried out to her one and only unique true love.
She had a terrible past of angstiness, you see. It was very tragic and sad, and made her cry to think of the dark terribleness that haunted her for so many years. A story she held so closely in her heart and in her chest between her perfectly-shaped breasts that were round but knew she would only share with her true love. The girl told her one and only true lover about her tragically angsty and depressingly sad torment of her past.
When she was done her sisters ran to her.
"We are being attacked!" her sister said. Boa was slightly jealous of the amazingly fantastic silk dress with pink-and-yellow swirls on it and went up to her knees her sister had. But her love was so loving and caring that he told her it didn't matter what she wore, because she was perfect with or without clothes.
"The Marines are attacking!" her other sister said.
Well anyway, the girl took the boy to her glorious house-mansion with several girl curtains and railings and snake-themed attire.
The girl knew what she wanted to do with him. The most romantic thing in their world, something people only deeply in love (or those deeply depraved) did to the one they cared for.
They shook hands.
It was so amazing. Her body heated up with the love and tenderness they felt. She was glad no one saw, because this was so deeply personal of devious that it would shock the world. But she risked doing this and being unmarried, because she loved the boy so much that her heart slowly melted from the cold, icy prison it once was...into a harbinger of love and caring sentience.
He was so perfect that her body went all got and she felt so sick to be without him that it wasn't funny.
"We are being attacked!" her sister said. Boa was slightly jealous of the amazingly fantastic silk dress with pink-and-yellow swirls on it and went up to her knees her sister had. But her love was so loving and caring that he told her it didn't matter what she wore, because she was perfect with or without clothes.
"The Marines are attacking!" her other sister said.
"We must do something!" the girl said in a determined yet sensually feminine voice of confidence that made her sound like a tough flower.
Bravely, the girl, her sisters and her true loving love went to battle.