Fair-haired and dark-skinned, this tall, elegant woman has a way about her that is at once a little haughty and yet slightly shy.  The slight twinkle of her rather cat-like green eyes hints at a biting intelligence, though she appears also somewhat defensive.  She is at least confident in her body – not outrageously so, for there is a feminine subtlety to her movements and her presence, but it has the assuredness of one who, whatever other insecurities may plague her, has grown comfortable with the way she looks.

And why not?  The girl looks to be in her late twenties, youthful but sly, with all the firmness and flexibility that one might expect.  Her long legs are lightly muscled, though they are a little thicker around the thighs, a nice weight to them that compliments well the pronounced curve of her hips.  She has a comparatively slender waist, with a flat stomach and a delicate arch to her back, though again there is evidently some strength to her, for she stands comfortably upright even with those deliciously heavy breasts.  They are delightfully perky, the tug of gravity allowing them to bounce a little when she moves, the nipples pierced with little silver rings.  Her behind, too, has a pleasing fullness to it, well-rounded and inclined to jiggle ever so slightly with her walk, plump and spankable.

Lucille's skills as a fleshcrafter have served her well in taking good care of herself, but the expulsion from the arcane school at which she had been studying left her somewhat in the lurch.  Her arrival in Sinfar, wandering somewhat aimlessly with her frustration, had not been part of the plan, but even with the collar now around her throat marking her as property, she appears to be growing used to the strangeness and the danger of the place, and discovering in herself a hitherto undiscovered eroticism befitting her new status that almost frightens her with its voracity.