She sits there upon the couch with her honey blond hair pulled up in a pony tail, her yoga-pant clad legs drawn up to her chest, barely covered by the crop top, bare toes curling over the soft-curved edge of the cushion. Bright blues, purples and other hues dance across her laughing face as a rom-com plays upon the screen. She is comfortable in this space – no need to adorn herself with make-up and ornaments. She doesn’t know the lust and admiration her relaxed beauty inspires. In this, her most natural state, she is loved and desired.