I only caught a glimpse of this woman; she moved with haste, but shouldn’t have been allowed to with the amount of confident grace in her stride. She was difficult to miss; large and tall enough for a professional athlete to court and handle, and she flaunted the fact.
Her long braided brown hair bounced off the middle of her back as she sported a blueish green dress meant for a 19th century southern belle–or two. She strutted away and I wondered if brothels were once again popular.
