Her name was Yuni.
She was only seventeen, though she carried the look of someone twenty one. Her face was round with the softest, thinnest brows. Her eyes were green, shining beautifully like polished emerald, yet at times they turned exotic and hypnotic, shimmering like opal under shifting light. Her nose was small, her lips full and plush, always dressed in different shades of lipstick each day. Her jawline was almost nonexistent. She was truly a girl whose appearance and age never walked in the same rhythm.
Her name was Yuni.
She stood somewhere around a hundred and sixty centimeters, her body beginning to show hints of a soft, rising sensuality, though a few bits of baby fat still peeked through the tight clothes she liked to wear. The young girl seemed to have a quiet dream tucked
