I guess the title of the post is a bit redundant. Do we really have to distinguish between braless amateurs and braless professionals? And if so, what are the criteria? If it’s like college sports, once you start making money for it, you are considered a professional and you must quit the amateur ranks. Not to sound sexist, but many women (if not most) make money off their bodies or their looks. I mean, men take care of women because ultimately, they are captivated by the cleavage. Or uh some other body part.
In this case, purple I think is a very regal color. First we have the purple tanktop, which very clearly demonstrates the lack of the bra. Those nipples look a little puffy, perhaps ready for a nibble or nosh. With her crazy international buttons, and her spiffy tortoise shell sunglasses, and her furrowed brow, she seems to be saying: I am a little sweaty, and my cleavage is aching for your touch, so please jump my bones and strip me naked and make sweet love to my dryer lint right here on the cobblestones.
Then we have a purple outfit, which thankfully includes a purple miniskirt. I personally am a big fan of the miniskirt. It seems very liberating. You can get right up in there with a finger or ahh other appendage. You will have to ignore the kooky birds (wtf?) in the photos, as well as the body hair. This girl isn’t hirsute like our friend Jennifer Love Hewitt, but she certainly has a downy thistle.