"Oh, Fariha, my dear, you look stunning tonight. The only thing more impressive than your beauty is your biting wit."
"Richard you're terribly charming and the only thing more impressive than that sly grin of yours is the way you pucker up every time my husband's backside needs a soft, soothing smooch." Fariha said as Richard Bottombrook kissed the soft, unblemished, caramel skin of her hand. After quickly disposing of his tiresome niceties she continued gliding around the room dispensing fawners, flatterers, and grotesque grovelers of all sorts in a perverted sort of flippant waltz that no one in the room, maybe in the entire world, could understand but our darling Fariha Apollo.
Fariha is the kind of beauty one comes across but once in a lifetime. Her long, lustrous, silky black hair flowed like waves towards a calm beach in the middle of the night. It was said that she could soften the hearts of the most hardened men with her enchanting, mocha colored eyes. In fact the prior statement is unarguably certain. The most manipulative, calculating and ruthless man in all of The Corporation had fallen madly in love with Fariha despite her many eccentricities. There is a well-worn line that lucid drunkards would use on attractive girls before The Great Merger, that consisted of something similar to “when God created you he broke the mold”. Well, when Mr. Apollo created Fariha he did indeed break the mold, not to mention shoot the engineer that designed her.