The fantastically tight-fitting trousers flatter Lady Aminata's legs like a second skin. There's not a finger's breadth between. But that's exactly how it should be. There is no touching with this fantastic lady anyway. If someone distributes touches here, it's her. But do you want that? If you take a superficial look at her, standing there in her skimpy outfit and flogger in hand, the face and grace of an angel who has just fallen from a swirling cloud, you would never guess the malevolent spirit behind that facade slumbers. But that is what is fatal. This impression, however, quickly turn... Show more