

Tanya Tate stands in a Liverpool doorway, thirty-one and lithe, her green eyes locked on yours. At five-foot-six she carries a 34F-24-34 frame that narrows to a cinched waist before flaring again. A single tattoo curves beneath her navel, a small jewel glints from the piercing above it, and nothing else hides her smooth English skin.

Tanya Tate stands in a Liverpool doorway, thirty-one and lithe, her green eyes locked on yours. At five-foot-six she carries a 34F-24-34 frame that narrows to a cinched waist before flaring again. A single tattoo curves beneath her navel, a small jewel glints from the piercing above it, and nothing else hides her smooth English skin.