Christy checks her make-up and walks, across the filth riddled cement, to the trash. She seems so comfortable around trash, filth and scum. Prancing her feet along the ground, her toes play with the rough, hard ground beneath her soft feet. She then returns to the bench and crosses her immaculately sculpted legs. Her painted dirty bare feet dangle in the air. She checks her cell phone as the sunlight highlights her pale skin. One foot crawls down the top of the other, inch by dirty inch. Then she caresses the full length of her smooth legs all the way to her feet. Finally, she rises on her tip...

Christy checks her make-up and walks, across the filth riddled cement, to the trash. She seems so comfortable around trash, filth and scum. Prancing her feet along the ground, her toes play with the rough, hard ground beneath her soft feet. She then returns to the bench and crosses her immaculately sculpted legs. Her painted dirty bare feet dangle in the air. She checks her cell phone as the sunlight highlights her pale skin. One foot crawls down the top of the other, inch by dirty inch. Then she caresses the full length of her smooth legs all the way to her feet. Finally, she rises on her tipi toes, extending the full stature of her elegantly formed legs.