She's a smooth blonde with enough real glamour not to need makeup--especially when she's in tight white satin. She's honest and sort of naive, but she knows how to get a man or get rid of a wolf.
She's a cigarette girl in a spot just off Chicago's loop, but she's about to start really going places. As she goes, she collects an Indian raja, an amorous sheikh and a mysterious gentleman reputed to be the Rockefeller of Burma. These gents are after something, chasing the gal around the world to get it, and it ain't hay. That's where her butterflies come in--they flutter hard, warning her when she's scared or propositioned, and they're working overtime. Effectively?--read the book and find out.
