Her body leaned over to take a sip of her orange colored drink. She could hear the whispers around her; both lustful and hateful. She could feel the stares of men who examined her from head to toe. She knew as she sat there, that every part of her was being watched like a hawk. Though, she ignored the stares, the chatters, the hatred and let her eyes wander around. She adjusted her legs, setting her left one on top of the right one. Purposely letting her short cut dress raise up a bit more. She smirked when she heard the scorns of the other ladies.
