Her hair, which had surely once been carefully styled into thick, bouncy, waves, had now ballooned in volume, no doubt exacerbated by the body heat of the party and the sweat from the dance floor, and it surrounded her frame like a halo. Her skin was glowing in the moonlight, and her dark lipstick had faded near the center of her mouth. As she bit her lip in concentration, it made the fullness and softness of her lips impossible not to stare at. Her eyes were large and doe-like, but she’d squinted one in her pursuit within the coin purse, and her long eyelashes were slightly trembling under the pressure. She was wearing a black lace corset-style top, which did wonders to display her tan skin, slender shoulders, and the curves of her chest; the top was adorably juxtaposed by an orange knit blanket haphazardly lain across her legs, and her high heels tossed in either direction underneath the couch she’d chosen.