During certain parts of a dream, I met two deities; sisters - One was called Chance, the other Demure.
Chance had long, straight, and very black hair, done in a way as if it was once tidy but is now loose and messy. She had a suggestive smirk, and a small face with much allure, as was the case with the rest of her body. Her eyes were blank and dark.
She wore a white robe, similar to a toga, the cloth narrowing over her shoulders. Her arms were open, and her forearms and hands were wrapped with some kind of black cords. Various little accessories adorned her torso, most attached to a rope over her shoulder like a bandolier. Her voice tone was cocky, but helpful; She was very charming, if a bit intimidating.
Demure had no colour, her hair included, so it was sort of grey. It was in a neat French twist. Her robe was much more elaborate and well-made, it had a jeweled clasp, or possibly a cameo. Her face was inhumanly well-shapen