All most people know about Elora is what they see.  And what they see is a buxom, blonde minx, possessive of soft, bodacious curves with a set of rounded ass and thighs that jiggle slightly with her stride, infuriatingly absent (in the eyes of most women) of even the slightest dip of cellulose.  Her eyes possess a quiet intensity hidden under the guise of someone who, in a past life may have had extensive experience as a waitress or the staff of a luxury resort.  Meeting her gaze up close, however, reveals an almost doll-like countenance, a steady gaze that reflects its' viewer in the black pupils in lieu of perceptible personality traits.  A wise individual could most certainly recount a certain quality of the supernatural in the near-apparent perfection of her image.