Navy uniform

Several drinks later found her in a much better mood. She
studied her reflection in the glass. Attractive. Nothing
spectacular. Average height and build. Shoulder-length blonde
hair. “Maybe if I were stunningly attractive, I’d have gotten
farther than I have and wouldn’t have to work so hard,” she
thought with a twinge of resentment. She glanced down at her
body, hidden in the navy blue suit that served as a uniform for
all of the account representatives at her company. “Average,”
she sneered. “Maybe I’m too severe in my appearance? Or maybe I
just need bigger boobs.” Realizing she was unfairly getting down
on herself, she allowed her mind and her eyes to wander.