Trashy: Mainstream

[penthius]

The woman who walked into her shop was so trashy that Celina could do nothing but stare, mouth hanging open. Anybody that awful simply had to be doing it on purpose. From the crown of her blow-dried ratty blonde hair to the tips of her hot-pink toes poking through clear hooker heels, the woman was a masterwork of trailer-trash. Celina snapped her mouth shut, shook her head once to get her bearings, and stepped forward. What this woman wanted from her was impossible to guess: she couldn't have been attracted by the window display, not if this was her normal clothing--Celina had worked very hard to get just the right air of refined restraint and style.

Inspiration: 'trashy'
Story Potential: Medium-high?
Notes: It's not at all my usual sort of thing, so I'm kind of tentative about that rating.