Brown, straight hair hangs over a fine, radiant face. Big, round purple eyes, set lightly, watch welcomingly over the enthusiasts that have fallen for her. Smooth skin seductively compliments her hair and cheekbones and and leaves a sweet memory of meeting with her.
The is the face of Mary Tamai. She stands out amongst others, despite her lean frame.
There's something mystifying about her, perhaps it's a feeling of comfort or perhaps it's simply her welcoming gesture. But nonetheless, people tend to buy her a everything, while wishing they were more like her.
