Wakako, on the other hand, had nothing in common with a rock. Her looks suffered a bit in comparison with Nadia and Valerie, but not by much. She sat tall, her blue-black hair gathered into a ponytail She had a full figure for a petite woman, and her eyes sparkled with the Latin love of life. Because they were so blue, I figured they had to be implants, but it was hard to be sure Her flesh tone fell midway between the olive of her Spanish blood and the amber tone I’d have expected from her Japanese forebear. The almond shape of the eyes added to her exotic appearance. Reluctantly, I conceded that Cortez had to have something going for him to attract a woman like her.