You see the curvaceous figure of a Drowess, standing far taller than almost any of her kind, with obsidian skin that flexes over just enough muscle to give her body tone. Ivory locks are tied up and pushed back, while stray locks of snowy white from her fringe often slip free to obscure her angular features and the dim glow of her vivid crimson eyes. She usually dons some dark shades, hinting that her eyes still suffer from the drow sensitivity to light exposure.

The drow stands tall and proud, clearly strong but at the same time likely posessing a taste for luxury and indulgence. She's not as visibly ripped and taut in muscle tone as one would expect of a towering warrior, instead her limbs and core are softly padded with a layer of supple flesh, but this doesn't hinder her strength at all. In fact, it greatly softens her visage into appearing more feminine by obscuring her tautly compacted musculature.

It wouldn't take long to figure out that she was not shy of her body in the slightest. She often dresses provocatively, sometimes in various states of undress. She has a weighty set of busoms that threaten to spill free of any obscuring, or uplifting garments. She has a finely rounded, plump bubble butt, and long, smooth legs that she often accentuates with posture straining high-heels. But most strikingly, her cursed loins are not the least bit feminine and bulge whatever thong, skirt or pantsleg she's stuffed herself into. The trunk of this masculine bulk is vulgar in its girth, nestled atop two twin grapefruit sized balls.