First-person perspective, lying on my back looking up at her, she's enormous, maybe eight feet tall or more, blocking out the light from the window behind her, long dark hair falling down past her waist, a gentle smile on her face but something teasing in her half-lidded eyes, a small beauty mark underneath one, her hand reaching down toward me, fingers longer than my whole hand, her skin naturally toned and glowing faintly in the soft moonlight, a loose silk robe barely hanging on her impossibly wide hips, wet in places from the bath she just took, translucent fabric clinging to her massive full breasts, thick thighs visible through the slit, a drop of water falling from her hair onto my face, her smile widening as she leans down closer, warm breath, pencil sketch style, hand-drawn graphite on paper, fine cross-hatching, soft moonlight streaming through the window.