All angles and darkness, this drow woman is dazzling. Her lips, stained vermillion, are gratifyingly, lushly plump, always accompanied with a lazy, wanton smile as she catches others staring. Her hair is silver and silken, with sharp combs of bone holding her tresses back in intricate braids, fine strands tending to escape their bindings to frame her oval face.

She is stunning, and she clearly knows it, eliciting a reaction from others that borders obsession - her majesty is found in sauntering hips, plush thighs softly rubbing together when she walks. Her features speak of superb ancestry; cheekbones high, amaranthine eyes large and sultry, with an almost burning passion to her gaze.

She dresses in the way of her society, scarcely concealing her body with alluring, seductive raiment, flaunting her flawless form with graceful immodesty and vanity. Her black skin is covered with translucent gossamer cloth, serving as a surface to hang gems and other garlands upon her figure.