Effie was having a blast, leaning back into the wind as she kept a tight hold of his hips, her eyes closed, a bright, content smile on her face. It was rare she got to truly enjoy rides, usually too busy driving. She leaned in, kissing his neck in thanks as they arived before sliding of the motorcycle and fixing her dress. "It's perfect," she said with a grin.
Effie had never been a dainty girl who ordered salads or went without to 'watch her figure'. In fact, she usually ate quite a few more calories then most due to her training routines. She may have been slender, but she needed the calories for her muscles or else she would have ended up dead during a fight.