This female figure is luscious and sensual. She could be described as celestial, with a halo of rich hair, like coffee and cinnamon, falling in soft coils to her shoulders. Her skin is a sun-kissed tan, golden... Her enticement is that of something refined, yet obscene, as if her every physical movement is measured and premediated, like she is holding something back with her smooth, gathered gait. Something that speaks of ivory and glorious majesty. She has tapering, thin ears, high cheekbones, and a delicate oval face. Her tone contains tempered resolve, and although her speech is eloquent, manners polite, the vixen is forever sardonic and teasing.

She dresses in garb that clings about her form, rarely anything but the finest of clothes, and often, a smile gently tilts her soft, appetizing lips, and a devastating gaze from heavy-lidded eyes, eyelashes eclipsing her eyes, so intensely violet that they could be described as almost-royal. Her gaze, at this point, is practically beguiling, often making knees weak, even before she has started talking.

Her voice has an ever-so-slightly singsong quality to it, her lilting voice either infuriating or fascinating. Nevertheless, she has a remarkable charm that keeps her within memory, from the caprice in her mien to the subtle tease in her speech, which has a delicate overlay of an impossible-to-place accent over her own languid, feline voice, emerging from her lips; a perfect, dewy cupid's bow.