Angels are messengers, women are angels.
When I was much younger there was a dress-up-dance-in-the-streets in Copenhagen. At one point I was standing in the crowds in a tiny cinema in central town, and across from me was this tall vision with bright red long hair. She had on a long, dark blue patterned dress, and the dress had a long slit while revealed the entirety of her left leg. I was mesmerised.
There are so many moments in the past where I now wish I'd had a camera.
Update: I was challenged to draw it. I'm out of practice, but here's a very quick sketch.