Maria smiled, slipping her fingers under the strap of her bikini top. "You like it simple, huh? And who knows, maybe they were fake. Plastic perfection." And what man really wanted that? Maria's body wasn't perfect, but that didn't matter. She was soft where she needed to be soft, hard where she needed to be hard.
And that was what men really liked.
"You look better with your glasses, anyway," she said. "And I dance in the ballroom, but not that kind of dancing. I think I'd explode a few heads if I did that. And I go into Emptiness anyway. No one's ever bothered me."
Even when she went to meet someone from the other side.