Lucius Malfoy was even more handsome than the stories had made him out to be; his hair fell to halfway down his back in a shining sheet of white-gold, somehow not detracting in the slightest from the arrogant, sharply masculine planes of his face. Powerful muscles rippled in his bare torso as he sat up in the immense four-poster bed. Lounging beside him, Narcissa Black was no less beautiful, her own hair a slightly darker shade of blonde as it spread out over the headboard. The only item she wore was an immense emerald collar that only drew attention to her full, milky-white breasts.