Her legs crossed in front of each other when she walked causing her body to sway but her short leather skirt stayed tight around her hips and thighs, grasping onto them like I wished too. She wore a long sleeved solid black blouse. Which refracted the light of the pool hall in a way that made her look professionally lighted by a Hollywood director. The blouse buttoned only at the chest leaving her tanned-toned mid-drift and her cleavage on display. She walked with ease in six-inch heels past me. I looked to see how well the skirt grasped the back. My jaw dropped and I quickly put a drink to it and left it there till I remembered how to swallow.  She was absolutely beautiful in that kind of way your mother always said was a shame. The way higher-classed prostitutes and women in music videos were beautiful, untouchably beautiful by lack of funds.