Well, the good news is, for once, I can’t see her ankles or her shoes peeking out of a stumpifying skirt. So at least Mia looks tall.
The bad news is, she’s wearing a lace tube top. Worse, it’s as part of an outfit that looks ripped from a racy ballet called Jane Eyreabesque, in which our heroine gives Mr. Rochester a lap dance with more splits than a blackjack table.
