Her face is long, her skin, pale and clear. Her straight brown hair is just a little wiry. Her lips are delicately painted bright red, a shade that matches – perfectly – her red turtleneck, tucked into a black knee-length skirt, pulled tight across her D-cup breasts.
Her hips flare out. Childbearing hips, one might say.
Her eyes, blue, are piercing, haunting.