In the company of women she has a quite grace, a non confrontational confidence communicated through her posturing. She powders her face naked, going about her morning routine, getting ready for work. She is not aware of her sensuality although it is radiating from the tips of her nipples, standing firm at the crest of her breasts that are too young to have fallen. A petite panty conceals part of her. The allure of her African beauty, just like the black liner accenting her eyes, giving potency to the gaze of her brown pupils. Inside of her is a magnetism; leaking through every pore of her skin. She has no intention, but she is an African Queen.