The collar was of translucent vitrisheen, and the colors softened with hues of lavender along the tight waist and baggy slacks that clung loosely to her slender limbs. A single row of ruby-red native shells, curving little things that resembled tjny twisted horns, adorned the flaring neck piece.

Beyond her, the interior of the room was gloomy, with the steel ribs of the metal walls barely visible. A large round window, beaded on the outside with greenish moisture, told of humid clouds lying low over the rugged surface of Venus, blanketing away the Sun's rays. The illumination was scant, but it caught at the girl's vitrisheen garments and gave the material a soft luminosity. Her features were delicately chiseled. Her tiny nose seemed a trifle insolent above the carmine outline of her impetuous mouth. Sometimes she re- minded him of a fragile flower, blooming in a sheltered place.

(From Moon Crystals)