Persephone is a pretty young thing. Her body tells the tale of a life lived in pampered luxury, every inch of her appearance is beautiful either due to good genetics or to the hard work of a team of handmaidens every morning. Not a hair is out of place, long and luscious blonde locks tumble effortlessly down her shoulders and right to the small of her back. A few delicate curls are allowed to rest over one crystal clear, light blue eye. Her tiny nose with just a hint of an upturn and pretty pink lips finish off a youthful face that holds neither a crease of worry nor a hint of stress.

She clearly leads a charmed life. The weight of the world has never even come close to her delicate little shoulders. Never has she seen a day of toil outdoors leaving her a near porcelain pale only slightly sunkissed by holidays of leisure spent at beautiful locales. Her small hands had no hint of callous and her perfect nails never chipped. Always perfectly manicured, polished and often painted as per the fashion at the time.

Her style of dress is the biggest hint as to her position in life. She always wore full gowns and dresses apart from when in bed. She simply loved the feel of expensive fabrics pressing on her body, though part of it was the compliments she received when she wore a particular dress or indeed the jealous looks. Everything would be tailored to her short, rather light frame. For such a young, otherwise little thing she had quite an impressive chest, though. Of course, her tailored gowns would work perfectly to utilise that advantage.