Shedding her raincoat in order to reveal her best assets, the especially-favored-by-older-men enhanced assets. The tight pink sweater barely covered the red undergarments, but that was intended.
Adjusting the thigh high fishnets and checking the straps on her stilettos–dang those were hard to walk in on slippery streets. They were necessary for every “lady of the evening”, as the old ones called her. It was a more pleasant reference she much preferred to the other terms used by careless young cads.
These were all facts she had resigned herself to, for in this type of profession you can’t be choosy.