This woman walks with an astounding posture. Her stride does not saunter, nor do her hips sway invitingly. In fact, her feet fall with measured grace, quiet and unimposing. A steady gaze wanders no where, peering ahead as she makes way wherever she might go.
  One should not assume that in lieu of flaunting there is nothing to be imagined, for her clothing did not manage to veil all of her feminine curves. These curves so sclpted to match a fit of a soft woman. Perky D-cups and a waist just shy of being waspish, hips that fell just short of being child bearing. If you managed, and were to look well enough, however, you just might have found that they were certainly enough for a good grip.
  The brilliant gold and yellow tattoos she has painted over her arms, breasts, rear and thighs crackle on her dark ash hued flesh. In fact, sometimes you could see them move, or react to her own movements, some odd mystical effect of her creation.
  Lovely large eyes mirror the shades and eerie life that her tattoos do, as if made of the same stuff, perhaps. Gripped by some calm neutrality, they regard life a mixture of tired and curious. Beneath these, a small little button nose, and beneath that a curt, cold smile.
  This woman can be identified as a homunculi with a DC Spellcraft 45 or a Lore 50.