She has spent time on her hair although despite this there is a light snow of dandruff on her flimsy shirt. Immaculate makeup, not heavy, just enough to emphasize the doll-like fullness of her lips, her dark intelligent eyes, the roundness of her face which is reminiscent of a fruit at the very moment of ripeness. She has a clear sense of style, confident and without any need to overindulge in the distractions of lace or detail of cloth.
She is breathtaking, and as she stands, everyone watches her, but I know they are wondering how she got to be so big. I am wondering about the powdery smell of her massive thighs, and if all the world shudders when she comes.