leather clad legs, ended by matching black platform heels, carry stringy bodice along the dank metro streets; ambling stroll natural to her punkish, tomboy effect, covering cement length with easy haste. slender appendages swing limply at side of female's lanky torso, pierced navel revealed beneath charcoal, leather halter-top, tightly clinging to mediocre bust. steely globes scan the immediate surroundings casually, not expecting company - for she had been ignored most her life and readily ignored others. although, one female upon the horizon - as well alone - stuck out within visual grasp and she detoured towards her. perhaps today was a good day to become a conversationalist? probably not, but hell...why not? stride halts 'side physique of fellow-sexed, films scanning quickly over other's bodice in a naturalistic human reflex before vocals are quietly released. "Hey..." nothing else is said...what else was there to say currently?