Her hair shone and her dark eyes glittered, and her bare legs gleamed golden in the sunlight.

Her bare arms and legs gleamed a deep, healthy tan.

A prosthetic leg, silver-colored and fixed in a sneaker, gleamed in the sunlight near a chain-link fence on a playground in Harlem.

Her legs gleamed like its marble; her kilt was very short, scarcely covering the swell of her buttocks.

The blade feathers on their wings glinted, as they had before, and their legs gleamed metallically.

The fresh leg gleamed silver and Beq'qdahl bowed toward them, articulating well, with color splashes at her throat that were almost convincingly humble.

Half an hour later Mindy chucked her heavy skirt; her bare legs gleaming in the torchlight as she shimmied out of the untied top of her outfit.

She had changed into shorts for the hike, and the muscles other short, powerful legs gleamed under a sheen of sweat.