Kira Queen walks into a room and looks like the kind of woman men used to paint on the ceilings of temples. Sky-blue eyes catch the light first, then the curve of her mouth when she smiles. Her hair falls black and heavy down her back. Her body is full, natural, every line soft but exact. She has the kind of shape that makes clothing feel like an afterthought. She stepped into the industry in 2010 and the cameras have been chasing her ever since. One glance and the pulse jumps. Another and the rest of the day disappears.
Kira Queen walks into a room and looks like the kind of woman men used to paint on the ceilings of temples. Sky-blue eyes catch the light first, then the curve of her mouth when she smiles. Her hair falls black and heavy down her back. Her body is full, natural, every line soft but exact. She has the kind of shape that makes clothing feel like an afterthought. She stepped into the industry in 2010 and the cameras have been chasing her ever since. One glance and the pulse jumps. Another and the rest of the day disappears.