A fiend of many faces, forms, and figures. Her appearance shifting by her whims as easily as a change of clothes. Though this may make it hard to identify the Succubus, there is one aspect of her features that remains true despite the face adorned. Eyes of dark, bloody hues that carry a spark of malign mischief.

Her preferred attire would seem to vary from the finest silks, to form fitting leathers. It is but another tool in her arsenal, if not quite as easily, or quick to switch out like her flesh. Even her most concealing attire might be considered improper, for she shamelessly takes advantage of being able to sculpt her body. Be it too much supple leg, or well rounded bosom, there is never a moment where she is completely covered.

As a Succubus, she tends to prefer the form of a shapely woman to add to that unnatural allure that shrouds her. Wide, childbearing hips that support a large rear which bounces and wobbles along with her every step. She carries herself in a confident sway, as if knowing all eyes were upon her, desiring the pleasures she could surely provide.

Her bosom is just as likely to be concealed as it is put on display. Each day she quite lovingly sculpts her breasts to her current preference; changing their look as easily as the rest of her appearance. One might notice she leans for larger varieties--perky and supple despite the toll of gravity.

Often her too perfect visage is adorned with a smug grin and eyes that spark of mischief and malice, as if she knows something that should not be. That arrogance could be a facade, maybe, to obscure the calculating, hidden intelligence that can be spotted in her features.