Hazel

A blaring horn drives the burdened woman from her thoughts as a hand rolled cigarette rests between two fingers. Hazel eyes glance to the the ember of her cigarette before inhaling with no regard for the life that forces her abdomen out almost comically. The bar wench’s belly is full, low, and quite a bother for her. She looks nearly due, and thanks to constant corseting her figure is a very full hour glass at current. When unburdened with child she is beautiful, curvaceous, and flirty - pregnant she is still alluring - she just is too tired to sparkle like the gem that she truly is - and of course being passed up has paid a hearty price on a normally jovial woman. She was known to be friendly, flirty, and a playful lay if not slightly adventurous for the time period. She groans loud enough probably for the man to hear as he climbs the steps, her ash blonde crown having not turned to notice the stranger yet as she listens absently to the piano play alongside an out of tune guitar in the bar. She smooths the fabric of her dress over her swollen belly and shifts her weight from one hip to the next, her lips in a slight ‘o’ as she releases a deep breath and stands as the man asks of her name. Two women near her cast curious glances before they shift away from this new pair, letting their transaction take place. As you break her day dream she looks you up and down with a playful smile and bites her plump lower lip, unfortunately this flirtatious smile doesn’t make it to her eyes and she nods. "Ya sweet heart?" She says with a smile when he asks if she was whom you sought, she steps to you, high heeled boots clicking loudly her belly comes to press against your much firmer abdomen and she strokes the collar of your shirt. "How can I please you tonight?" She asks as her hand slides down your arm to grasp his hand and lead you to her bedroom