wolfish eyes of amber,
bright gaze on the streets,
she hunts to dine on entrails,
so please give her a feast

Zira'ani is a hellhound. Or was a hellhound. Or might be a hellhound on weekends. That sort of bestial beauty, animalistic attraction.
A small amount of fat is scattered in all the right places on her body. Her chest heaves, her loins bulge, and her scent is sulfuric.

Addictive delights await those who can get this hound's attention. Most things are better encountered in person, especially when descriptions are encouraged.