A last careful touch of his sharpest, finest chisel, and she was finally, finally complete.
He sat back, exhausted and proud, and felt it happen. There was a stirring of winds, a distant chime of bells, and her cold gray flesh warmed, softened.
Her eyes opened.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
“You are the finest woman in creation, and I am your creator. I spent twenty years crafting you to be the most beautiful, intelligent, sensual woman that ever existed. Look at yourself.”
“Oh! That’s me? I look like a goddess!”
“You are a goddess, and together we will scale the heights of ecstasy!”
“But you look kind of ordinary.”
“Yes, well, I am but a normal human.”
“Huh.” She looked in the mirror again. “I can do better,” she said, and left.