Satrina has skin like gold and eyes the color of deepest night, all sleek muscle and lustrous hair. Her lips are gratifyingly, lushly plump, always accompanied with a knowing smile as she catches others staring. Her hair is dark, fine, and silken, tending to escape their bindings and gently rest on the frame of her oval face.

She is breathtaking, like one would find a dying star beautiful - her splendor is found in sinuous gaits and sauntering hips that practically flow when she glides across the ground, and everything about her seems as though she were burning, writhing, dying underneath her skin. Her face speaks of fine breeding; cheekbones high, eyes large and sultry, with an almost blistering intensity.