Presenting: Perfection! May's V-Babe!

When someone demands Perfection, they'd better be worthwhile, because Perfection does not come cheaply. Not just anyone can see her dance. In fact, most of the clientele are lucky to know she exists; she's that elite, so far above the common man (and occasional woman) that catching a glimpse of her is something people would pay for, if they could. As it is, only the wealthiest, most powerful have the privilege of seeing her, and when they do, they are sure to never forget the experience. Seeing Perfection changes you. And you...will be the next to be changed.

You walk nervously into the club, the Blue Diamond, a place so far out of your league that you would never have made it into the parking ramp, were it not for your associate who hooked you up. The finest women, the most expensive drinks--for one night, they're yours for free...within limits, of course. You rub shoulders with politicians, actors, musicians, people you've only seen on TV or read about in magazines. They pay you no mind. Your suit is as expensive as theirs, even if it's just a loaner; they don't know. And your money is just as real, even if it's just your associate's. You order a drink and check in at the desk. "Room 42," the doorman says and hands you a key. "Perfection is waiting."

Perfection? You shrug and start to head upstairs. You notice that everyone has gone quiet. "Perfection...? Him...?" you hear some people whisper. That got their attention, and this gets yours. You don't ask, though, because that would break the illusion that you belong. You take the elevator to the second floor and go to Room 42. A pair of large, Armani wearing gentlemen with sunglasses and handguns eyeball you as you approach the door. You present the key to them, and they back away, allowing you to open it. Inside, it is dark, save for a single, silver light shining on a woman that deserves her name...this must be Perfection.

Lithe, slender, and perfectly curved--Perfection seems too beautiful to be human, and yet here she is, sitting on a carved block of onyx, bathed in faux starlight, glistening from her lightly oiled, naked skin. You sit in a nearby chair and watch in silence. She moves like wafting mist over a pond, slowly, almost imperceptibly, but with each blink, her position has changed. The movement is hypnotic, intoxicating. Soon you're sweating, though the room is cool. Before you know it, she's inches from you, leaning off the altar-like stone, whispering into your ear. You don't hear her words, but their meaning is clear. Soon, your hands touch her, hesitantly, as if Perfection will shatter with the slightest pressure. You kiss. The light goes out. Blackness and sensation merge...

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See Perfection in all her immaculate beauty HERE.

Perfection is truly worthy of her name. It's always hard to pick a favorite from among Kharn's lovely Virtual Babes, but for now, at least, I think Perfection is it. Her body, the composition, the lighting...everything about the picture is perfect and showcases Kharn's immense talent and eye for detail. Make sure you check out all of his V-Babes past and present in his gallery, HERE.

Thanks for reading, and sorry for the delay.