Her long, full hair was bleached a few shades lighter than her sandy eyebrows and did not seem so much to fall from her head as to rise up from behind her shoulders, contributing to the wild look that she so carefully cultivated. The back-lighting set it aglow like a blonde cumulonimbus cloud billowing on the horizon at sunset.
Mandy had devoted careful attention to her striking features ever since she had discovered how to employ her physical charms to get what she wanted, which had probably been shortly after her birth. The pouty curves of her lips were glossed to a berry-stained vermilion and her teeth had been orthodontically re-aligned into perfect white rows transected by the single chrome wire of her retainer.