Editing Giselle Seidel (section)

==Appearance==

She has extremely large breasts<ref>Back when she was Declan’s age, Avery had been over at Olivia’s.  Her original best friend.  They’d been reading some celebrity rag and talking about everything under the sun.  For whatever reason, they’d gotten onto the subject of what word to use to refer to a woman’s chest.  Maybe because they’d been starting to get their own, they’d recently gotten the talk, because they were old enough to know shit and unfiltered enough to talk randomly about it.<br><br>They’d started talking out a categorization scheme, and flipping through the magazine to work it out and test what they’d sorted out so far.  The basic idea had been that longer words referred to bigger ones, and different- Avery figured they’d be roots, now, but that hadn’t been their terminology then, referred to shape and disposition.  So bits or buds for the starter set, terminology taken from the ‘what the fuck, body?’ puberty book, pink edition for girls.  That graduated to the breast, classic and normal in every sense, then to the respected and vaunted boob, which was technically a shorter word on paper but was longer when said, and heavier, a low sound, bass.  Then anything up from there got into the bazookas, the bazongamongas, and so on.<br><br>Midway through discussing the progression of the terms starting with ‘t’, the pointier boob with potential to thrust outward, and where ‘tit’ fell into the terminology and system, Olivia’s mother had stepped into the doorway to give them a look, like she’d heard way too much, she wasn’t going to stop them, but also, like, they should stop.<br><br>They hadn’t stopped, but they’d been quieter, talking about what they wanted – deeming bigger as better, obviously and stupidly.  Then Olivia had turned the discussion toward dicks and if there could be a similar system for those, and for some reason, the discussion had lost half of its steam.  For some reason. But like, seriously, it hadn’t been nearly as clever or fun.<br><br>Which was all a roundabout way of saying the woman in the picture and at the bottom of the stairwell and her mammary-hammers warranted a flashback to when Avery had started paying attention to women’s chests. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2022/08/06/let-slip-20-2/ Excerpt] from [[Let Slip 20.2]]</ref> that jiggle as she moves. She has white hair with large ringlets in it and wears a corset, a frilly dress and high boots.<ref>The woman had white hair that looked like a wig, with ringlets big enough in places Avery wondered if she could put her arm through them, but most prominently, the woman was a member of Wunderkand who had an outfit.  The outfit in this case was a corset-style top with a scoop neck that scooped out a whole lot, and pushed what was there up and forward.  The effect, even from a distance, was that what was there trembled and jiggled with every small movement, like water in a glass- in a goblet, that was threatening to spill with every step its carrier took.<br><br>There was also a dress, short in the front and long in the back, with cascading frilly layers disguising the shape of the ass, and high boots and a croquet mallet.  Yeah. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2022/08/06/let-slip-20-2/ Excerpt] from [[Let Slip 20.2]]</ref>