The sound of bells' jingling precedes this woman.

Graceful in her step, she seemed to embody mystery in a curvaceous, full form. Dark locks of hair fall into a beautiful tangle about her features, light olive eyes glimmering from her large eyes, framed by rich black lashes and a heavy ammount of mascara and khol. Her skin was sunkissed, her lips full and always ready to offer a smile to the bypasser.

She dressed in bright colors and silken clothes that did little to conceal her buxom form, although compared to most you might see about these lands she didn't seem all that special. Her breasts were full and deliciously heavy, her stomach curled gently into those lovely round hips that swayed with each step, most likely guilty for the ever present jiggling.

About her waist there was always a small pouch.