Examining the yellow dress that clung to her body like a second skin, Miri Nin Valia frowned at the slit that bared her leg to just past the knee. It was a bit ostentatious for her taste, but in this line of work, you had to look the part. The yellow looked good against her dark brown skin, though the harsh lights in the ceiling weren’t doing her any favours.
Once again, she checked her reflection in the ladies-room mirror. With thirty looming just over the next hill, she still looked youthful enough to convey a certain innocence. Enough that foolish men would assume that she was just another brainless twit who could be won over with a little swagger and bravado.
Her round face had an almost child-like quality, and she had been told more than once that her deep brown eyes were alluring.
