Diana, her mind awhirl, drew her face back and for the first time got a clear look at the other woman. Her eyes were a light sea-blue, a shade darker than the blue eyeshadow emphasizing their color, her nose long and straight, her mouth a full-lipped prurient pout. Her face was framed against an extravagance of scalloped jet-black curls in a "natural" style and her body, completely naked except for a sterling silver necklace with a silver wishbone pendant, was slim and petite, her breasts a little too full and large for her physique.
"I think we were kissing," she said with a petulance that matched her pout, and without bothering to look at Lyon, who still clung with one hand to her waist, she thrust her mouth back upon Diana's, resuming the kiss with brusque famished intensity, inhaling
