The wicked grin on her ruby red lips and gleam in her eyes promise unearthly pleasures, at the low cost of your soul. Like most walking embodiments of sin, Lilith is impossibly curved in all the right places, statuesque and graceful, as if a dream cut out of marble. She's elegant in her tone, speaking in refined received pronunciation, making even the dirtiest of conversations sound fit for nobility. She smells of orange blossom and delicate lavender, masking just a hint of fougere.