A twisted sweet smile of indifference crests fey lips. A sway of the hips offering an odd out of sync saunter, ending in a solid clap of hard heels upon the coblestones, a discordant dance to acompany a pandamonic song with every step.

Eyes that glimmer gold like madness upon a sea of midnight, gathering the treasures of the multiverse and then casting them like stars into the sky, hair a maelstrom of untamed and uncaring madness, luminescence lifting between the strands mixed with the gentle chaos of dark and light.

A figure lithe and busty, a sillhouette of one lost to dance, albiet a dance around a pole by most chance. Wicked and sharp ears twitching to a song only heard or understood by her own madness with a mask upon her face glittering with small jewels.

--Lightshow--
A Taste for the Feminine.