The petite dark skin grecian beauty made herway onto the runway.  Her long silken tresses a light golden brown,  that fell an splashed over her shoulders.  Large expressive pale brown eyes swept over those in the crowd as she walked down the runway.   A simple cotton halter dress that fall below her knees is what she is garbed in.  The dress a off white coloration.  Her hips swayed with a sensual sash shay with each step.  The light cotton material clung to her curves in a naughty revealing display.<br/><br/>Her dark skin would denote her indian heritage.  For the beauty was rroma, a elder of Vaisyas class.  Her lineiage could be traced back to the black mother, from the height of the Hittite empire.  Those expressive orbs of hers would travel over the gathering.  Taking in the debauntes in attendance.  With a whirl she turn to make herway back down the runway.  Revealing her heart shape derriare that is so delicious outlined by the light cotton dress clinging to her.  Memorizing those that would gaze upon her.  She could pause one of Ishtars own with her beauty.<br/><br/>A quick glance is given as she flicks a look back over the assembled room.  A sparkle of mischief held in her gaze in the moment.  And then she disappear into the back again.