She is a white paper sheet and a mural all at once. Her eyes are as cold as fire, her voice hot as ice. Her black hair tumbles down her back like a layer of feathers coming from her head. This combined with her tiny, bird-like frame makes you immediately think of creatures in flight when you see her. She carries hardly any meat on her. Slight muscle on her legs like the last bit of chicken on the bone. Teacup breasts. Tight round ass. Her eyes shimmer golden to those who care to look into them. Her plump lips only open to reveal a horrendously large laugh and some sort of cynical comment when asked her opinion. Under her eyes are scattered blemishes and freckles that show up chocolate brown against snow white skin. Her noes grows round towards the end, slightly, but contains no bumps. This is the girl they call her. The one everyone knows, but no one sees. She is that girl. She is anonymously beautiful.