Best entrance by a vixen in a novel

"She looks as if she's just stopping off at Zephyr on the way to an exclusive nightclub opening. Her hair, long, tousled, and honey-brown, bounces off exposed tan shoulders. Two delicate straps appear to play no functional role in suspending a thin, shimmering plum-colored dress, more mysterious forces are at work. She has lips like big sofa cushions, the kind of ancestry that probably includes nationalities Jones has never heard of, and liquid brown eyes that say: Sex? Why, what an intriguing idea. "

From "Company" by Max Barry

(Hmm... with this and the Snakes on a Plane post, I do believe we're officially PG13 now. Heh)