Sophia had an Asian mother, and an American father. Her mother spoke little of her family and heritage, but god could that woman cook. They had a mix of cultures, though Sophia was not sure whether she was Chinese, Japanese, Catonese... she could be any of them. Then again, it didn't matter. She had asian features, but had no accent, so no-one ever asked her.

She had itchy feet.. at least thats what her mother called it. Her first overseas trip had been when she was 9 with her father. They had gone to London.. ever since then she had wanted nothing more than to see the world. Since then she had seen Australia, South Africa, Germany, Korea, Thailand, Bali, Switzerland, Holland, Scotland, Ireland... and that is just the short list. She spoke a little of most languages, but knew Japanese and German fluently.. In her travels though, she had stayed to hotels, tourist attractions and rarely ventured outside that.

Her job as an air hostess allowed her to see many countries for a day or so.. she loved it (except when certain customers made her life hell).

She was short, standing only 5'6, her petite frame made her D cup breasts seem much larger. Her tiny waist was highlighted well in her air-hostess uniform, which often resulted in men flirting with her.. particularly those she saw repeatedly. Her long black hair was more often than not pulled back into a bun or pony-tail to keep it out of the way.