She is sex incarnate and the whole room turns toward her to draw that conclusion for themselves. A long silk dress with a floral print navigates the curves of her body and clings to her legs as she descends the stairs. A belt balances this whole elegant show of grace, drawing dozens of eyes belonging to both men and women upward toward slender shoulders that support a neck down which drops of sweat can be seen to be running. It is sweat that ignites a fire and it can be traced backward up her neck to the base of long blonde hair that frames a face of youth and lust.

For a long moment the room is transfixed but eventually the toe-to-head examination arrives at her fedora and the bustle resumes without missing a beat, as though it had never been disrupted.