A smouldering flame burning in her eyes are the first hint to her heritage. Like so many planetouched of her line, she embodies an otherworldly beauty that few mortals can claim.

Her waist is narrow and fit, and she uses her trim body with razor precision knowing exactly which way to step or move to take full advantage of her wide child-bearing hips that just beg to be grasped or more and the ample swell of her generous chest that she thrusts forward with a coy pride. Her dusky skin is flawless, like fine silk stretched over her curves or a fresh canvas on an easle ready to recieve paint.

She speaks in gentle dulcet tones, her words like warm satin massaging the ears of those who catch her voice.