She had met him in the strangest way, they were at a music festival, some mix of music and her friends were asking him why he was there, he was so.. normal. She told them to back off, got chatting to him, and found out that he was her kind of guy.. even if he did not look it. They had dated the next day.. and seen or talked with each other every day since, it was like they were made for one another.

She had always been a big believer in expressing yourself, and her piercings hair and style of clothing was a way of doing that. She loved the alternate, the alternate indy music, she loved nothing more than sitting in a stinking hole of a bar listening to an undiscovered band. Or dying her hair a new colour. She had a good life, normalish family, but then what family was normal?

She was just below average height at 5'6 but her frame was petite, slender in all the places it was meant to be, but her breasts, they were the jealousy of many women. A proud F, it made it hard to find bras but they were something that men dreamt of having to themselves. Who knows what her natural hair colour is.. her eyes are a natural dark brown but she often wears contacts because she can.