Jaundice scleras frame murky green irises. Anemic flesh is taut against her skeletal face; black, plump lips occasionally graced by thick, crimson blood purged from her cancerous lungs. High cheek bones and feral features are reminiscent of a feline; ebony tendrils falling around the pallid face and stopping at her long neck with a vein matching the hue of her sickly eyes. That same hair is kept tight and smooth against her feeble scalp, painfully pulling the skin into a strange beehive streaked with gray.

Her rounded, hidden bust is perfectly sculptured into a full D cup; the notches of her ribcage defiantly confined against her restricting corsets. Thick ribbons outline her back; ribbons that keep the corset excruciatingly form fitting. Her pinched waist measures just out of the 'teens, a lanky figure struggling to tote her heavy bosom and child bearing hips; creating an impossible - but attractively symmetrical - stature. Her raspy voice serves as proof of her ailing health, her attire making her ending days all the more uncomfortable. Comprised of mostly legs, her towering body is finished with patent heels that announce her presence with a haughty gait.

She looks youthful for a woman who has been damned; and she has taken her fate as an idyllic circumstance, proving to be a passive, but morbid partner.