Tiny wings flutter and skinny hips wag to carry this creature forth. With a dancer's elegance, she strode on the tips of her toes, slender legs and appetizing thighs forever graced with an appealing tautness through her gait. The fiend's petite body was wrapped in milky white skin, free of any blemish and as smooth as satin. Bereft of extra padding in any form, her figure was honed to firm perfection; a strict diet and corrupted blood lending her an ass so tight you could bounce a coin off of one fit cheek or the other. Her breasts were but subtle slopes and of perky make, each capped with a miniature nipple run through by a slender stud.

Her beauty verged on the surreal and her lankiness set her apart from the norm. A slight flex would see the outlines of abdominals contour beneath her creamy belly skin, and a languid stretch visibly silhouetted every last one of her ribs. The fiend was of good breed, yet still but a lowly Imp, conditioned to serve and groomed to please. To this end, her limber build was convenient; easily picked up to fit in an overlords lap. Her lithe limbs had the flexibility to be bent in whatever pose might serve as satisfactory, be it with legs behind her head, or split to a perfectly straight angle.

Hair delicate enough to float in the breeze was pink or blonde, depending on how the light caught it, and framed a face comprised of features so opulent they could inspire even an elf's jealousy. Her incandescent eyes could glitter like gemstones, brilliant and calm in how they surveyed her surroundings. Yet even with an appearance of such luxury, she was as depraved as any other of her nature, the lingering aroma of burning loins clear testament to that. Her scent of arousal was subtle at first but likely to grow on you, wafting from pristine pussy lips that always gleamed ready and wet. A constant slobber of heated cunny-slime ran in thin rivulets down her taut thighs, dripped from her puffy labia, and lent dampness to the soft, unkempt patch of pubic fur that decorated her mons.