Ciudad Mitad del Mundo's humid weather had always been simply villainous for unprepared people, but Melaina had done her research.  Well, as much research as she could before her gnat-like attention was drawn to something else. You see Melaina wasn't very smart. Nor was she particularly strong, fast, clever, brave, or quick-witted. But her uncanny clothing senses and, more importantly, her charm made up for it all. She wielded her charisma like a sword, holding it to the throats of others, forcing them to do her bidding. Honestly, she didn't need much else. Anyway, as I was saying, Melaina had done her research. She wore a white flowy tank top as well as shorty shorts. She also wore flip flops, a pair of aviator sunglasses, and a sun hat. The art of showing just enough skin, no more, no less, was something she had mastered long ago. in her hand, she carried only one suitcase, one the same shade of pink as her hair. There were stickers all over it, all the names of places. Places ranging from New York to Paris to London, just to name a few. Ever since she was 14, when she first began looking attractive, people had enjoyed taking her to nice places.  She hoped that, if nothing more, she'd get another sticker to slap onto her suitcase while she was here. The sun seemed to gleam off of her glasses as she set foot into the town square. A few people even stopped to stare at her, which she didn't mind.  She loved the attention. 

(sorry if my post is crappy. I'm super tired! DX)