Penelope ducked to the right, darting for a swift hold on the vampire, lithe leg snaking forward quickly between its legs to trip it.

Long, lithe, luscious legs starting at her ankles and moving upward to disappear under the slit of her gown.

Even as Fafhrd spoke she turned and ran toward the largest alcove, her lithe legs outlined against silken garments.

A twisty gust reached out to blow her skirt up over her head so that way too much of her lithe little legs was exposed.

Well she knew it, too; now a surprisingly firm breast showed, and now a segment of lithe leg, flashing amidst the green.

Clan turned and saw that she had wrapped a windbreaker around herself, though her long lithe legs were still bare.

Her long lithe legs were definitely her best feature.