Sassy; Too hot to touch, and too tough to be beaten. Femme fatale's visage was strikingly peculiar, setting her at the top in her own category of drop-dead gorgeous. Luscious, deep cerulean locks tumbled down curvaceous figure of fine proportions, framing picturesque angel's face in absolution, pristine amongst the crowds. Skin-tight dress of azure accentuated every slender curve, apparently strategically chosen, upon seeing those ruby red lips curved in a flirtatious smirk. She knew what she was doing, and she was loving every savory minute of it. Alluring eyes gleamed with excitement, rich in golden splendor and bursting with teenage mischief. Demeanor seemed friendly and inviting, yet one should know this saucy minx's catty attitude could flare in an instant. Caution is highly advised, boys and girls.