This woman seems to have a shroud around her, an aura which both tantalizes and excites. It would build an irresistable urge to hear the next word offered from her beautiful lips. Those lips which belong to a classically attractive face which looks as if it was torn straight from an oil painting of centuries past. Her arresting, dark eyes would feel as though they can penetrate through flesh when caught in their gaze. That pale face would often wear a faint, knowing smile, to see it carrying any other emotion than amusement could well give rise to a fear in the pit of ones stomach. Her face framed by straight raven black tresses which were never out of place nor bearing anything but a fetching sheen.

It would be rare to see her in public wearing anything less than an evening or ball gown, sometimes she will wear something short enough to offer a tantalizing gaze at her long and slender legs though often they will be a sight only few will enjoy. When dressed in such elegant gowns, however, she wouldn't seem shy in offering a view of her generous cleavage nor the taut pull of the dresses over her lovely shaped, curvaceous bottom. High heels would always add a few inches to her height and would herald her arrival with the gentle click of them upon the floor.