She stepped toward me. She was an exceptionally pretty woman, with blonde hair and I fancied her eyes were blue. She dressed, at any rate, in a tight indigo cocktail dress which draped in a flattering manner over her very feminine curves. Her manner bespoke some experience, so although she looked rather young, I would have guessed her to be in her late twenties or early thirties; A young woman has natural assets in her youth, but passing time teaches a woman to make the most of those attributes. As she stood for a moment in the corner near the window, I thought she seemed nervous, or at least cautious, but at the same time I detected a bit of provocation in the easy sway of her hips.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov