Though her eyes seem to drink the light with their darkened sclera, her gaze is bright and attentive. Unsatisfied with those natural abyssal pits, this one has applied eyeliner around the contours of each eye as well. The result is a vivid emphasis of her amethyst irises, making them appear to gleam as they catch the light.

A deep maroon, like the murky depths of red wine, colour her lips. Those darkly painted kissers, soft and plump, carry a gentle sheen of moisture, glistening in the light. Her skin is flawless porcelain, yet whiter still are the pearly white teeth exposed when her mouth curves and splits gently into a charming little smile.

Long, straight black hair frames her soft, youthful features. Soft and smooth to the eye, and to the touch, its owner has spared little expense in ensuring the health of that luxurious raven mane. The black fur of the expressive feline tail trailing behind her is similarly well groomed.

Like draping curtains, the ends of said hair come to rest in a sloping fashion atop a pair of heavy breasts. A natural, matronly sag accompanies that wealth of mammary flesh, lending the woman a motherly air. They bounce, sway and jiggle with her movements, yet somehow never seem to accidentally slip free of the thin cloth covering each mound. The fabric does the bare minimum of protecting her modesty, but nonetheless fails to mask the gentle distension that each short, meaty nub of a nipple causes.

A slim waist tapers in beneath those milky udders before flaring out again to a pair of wide, child-bearing hips. They sway with the saunter and sashay of her gait, or the idle dance she might sometimes be caught performing - the feline twisting and writhing to some melody or rhythm that only the fuzzy black ears atop her pretty little head are privy to.

A similarly scant amount of cloth covers her nether regions and the expanse of her wide, bubbly behind.  Like cousins to those cushions on her chest, her cheeks are similarly ample in proportions, yet still shapely. Her thighs bear a juicy thickness to match her derriere and hips. An inviting set of haunches, to be sure. Legs taper down to a pair of dainty feet - toes painted to mirror her fingers with a deep purple, bordering on black until they catch the light to show of their purple sheen, like raven feathers.

Soft spoken, but confident, she speaks with a rather 'neutral' accent, leaning toward 'received pronunciation' which lends her something of an academic air.