In France, a nation of gourmands, everyone leaves room for Dussart, especially if it’s Noella Dussart. A fiery, redheaded confection with a face that any sweet tooth could love, bold Noella has been taking elfin delight in proving that her redhead cred extends from the top of her head down to the erect rose-petal nipples that form the tips of her marshmallow-soft, firmly-formed, pale-as-snow chest cones, and from there down to the wisps of orange fluff that imperfectly conceal her succulent muff. Noella flaunts her facets in brazen stripper style in Le Sourire (1994); she reveals her every angle of attraction in an innocent, impish and natural full-frontal display in Neuf mois (1994). Brazen or impish, Dussart’s private parts are the genuine articles.