To the joyous surprise of Waki, the tender, soothing, but sharp, grey of her mother’s eyes greeted her, from across the entrance way of the house. Her mother’s name was Toonoku Kurayami. Despite being a single mother at 36 years of age, she did not display any clue of this, in either behaviour or appearance. 5'4", and trim and athletic, she found herself the recipient of interest from the opposite sex quite frequently. Less frequently, from the same sex. She, according to her numerous admirers, was blessed to have an indefectible hourglass shape, which was supported by shapely, toned, and lengthy legs. She had returned home, Waki noted, dressed in her favourite business outfit. It consisted of a dense, purple blouse, which was fitted neither too tight, nor too loose. It possessed full length sleeves, and it's collar, undoubtedly its highest point of interest, was flared tremendously. It was a ruffled concoction, with a faded, brown sugar tint, and incredibly reminiscent of the peacock revolution that was the rage amongst the male demographic earlier in the decade. Descending to her lower body, the inkish purple furthermore displayed itself proudly on her kneeish length skirt. Included in this professional ensemble, were a pair of black stilettos, their heel stupendously tall and thin. Her bewitching legs were canvassed within milk chocolate brown stockings, guaranteeing them to be an area of immense interest for any would be admirers. Upon her right ring finger, radiated a beautiful wedding ring. It was mostly of lustrous 14 karat gold, with the important exclusion of the top most section of the ring. Crowned there, was an aqua blue moonstone, with numerous glittering diamonds, roughly half the height of the moonstone, enwrapping it tightly. She never parted with it, in spite of the union it symbolized being tragically ended too soon. Next, onto her face, you'd, perhaps, against your expectations, witness the immense grey of Toonoku's eyes performing a thorough probe of you. This examination was not just of your exterior, but, somehow, one of seemingly, your very soul. Once these perceptive eyes softened once more, you'd find pleasure at the angelically beautiful face that housed them. Perchance the only exception to this divine picture, one may have, was how the form of her mouth hid a trace of youthful mischievousness within them, especially at the times with which she grinned. Wrapping up this pleasing package, was hair with the same tremendous black that Waki possessed. Much like her daughter, she also had short and curvy hair, except she choose to fashion hers after the 1950's "new look" that she adored as a teenager.
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