“Each hand held a shoe and a handful of skirt, the hem of her pale blue polonaise gown raised above the knee, exposing satin ribbons which held up her white stockings. The ribbons were a bold cerise, like her lips, which were pulled wide in a girlish grin – inviting and ripe with unspent kisses – a hot-sweet ring of nubile, innocent fire. High cheeks, pink with natural rouge, gave.”