A hoop hangs from her septum.
Her lips are bright red.
Her hair, too. At least, at the roots. It blondes toward the ends, which hang thickly past the bottom of her round, C-cup breasts. Breasts she’s imprisoned in a 2-sizes-too-small white cotton tank, over an improbably black lace bra.
She fiddles with any number of rings. Cheap brass (-colored) things that lol eminently malleable.
She’s 4’11” when she stands. Maybe. The same height she was when seated.