

Kathy Moore, or Katalin Kiraly if you prefer, steps into the room and every eye follows. Thirty-five-twenty-five-thirty-seven, the numbers sit on her frame the way a good dress should. C-cup breasts, natural and high, move with her breath. At five-foot-seven and a hundred sixteen pounds, she still carries the same tight grace she had in Hungary when she was born on the twelfth of April, 1979. The years have only sharpened her. She knows exactly what she does to a camera, and she keeps giving it.

Kathy Moore, or Katalin Kiraly if you prefer, steps into the room and every eye follows. Thirty-five-twenty-five-thirty-seven, the numbers sit on her frame the way a good dress should. C-cup breasts, natural and high, move with her breath. At five-foot-seven and a hundred sixteen pounds, she still carries the same tight grace she had in Hungary when she was born on the twelfth of April, 1979. The years have only sharpened her. She knows exactly what she does to a camera, and she keeps giving it.