The sultry short woman that stood before you bore a constant look of amused irritation on her face - that's right, the very visual paradox of emotions on her face was interesting, usually a mix between generally entertained, as if the very people around her were there to dance like puppets for her entertainment - or a scowl of contempt as if she hated them all for dancing in the first place.

Despite the general sour look on her face and the sarcasm that flowed freely from that feline, she was rather adorable. Standing at a mere five feet and two inches she certainly was not a physically imposing woman were it not for the magic she so freely wielded. Her slim figure was small in the hips - slightly curved and feminine with little to no shoulders to speak of on her - her chest bearing a pair of breasts that filled out a palm nicely and not much more, a large A or small B in cup size for those that simply must measure such things. Despite her figure not being a perfect hourglass and her breasts not being larger than her head she still carried a sultry sexual allure about her in the way she moved, so fluid and soft - her entire body lithe and dexterous due to her feline nature.

Soft grey fur covered her from head to toe with a few white spots not unlike freckles in several places - her belly more white than grey from just above her breasts to down between her legs, hiding her small feminine slit from view. Indeed, she had a slit, and not a rod like most, the woman being completely woman and not some state of in-between - though this was likely a status that magic could easily fix if she saw it necessary. A shock of bright white hair crowned her head, and bright green eyes stared out from beneath long bangs - a pair of dark feline ears perking out from beneath her hair.

Most commonly she was garbed in dark grey and black robes, ones that did little to flatter her already small figure.