Sixties Modeler: Science Fiction.

She sidled into the room with a flare of her skirt and a twitch o her hip, a cigarette gangling from her lips--her fire-red lips. A reverential hush fell over the bar at the sight. It wasn't often one saw a sixties modeler that went so far for the sake of her pursuit. That was an actual cigarette hanging from the woman's lips, and they were painted in that shade of red that had been declared as the oppression of the male sex drive by the great equalizers of t2000. Most women would have shied away from that color--tending towards either a bland color that matched their skin tone or one of the neon shades that nobody could have said was--

Inspiration: Lydia Lunch, Honeymoon in Red--just the title.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh.