An uncertain blending of races defines the woman before you, with lightly dusky skin and dark, almost raven hair worn in one of many styles, depending on the day, speaking of a number of possibilities of heritage.  Her gracefully narrow slightly angular face with high but softly formed cheekbones alone would be enough to suggest some elven contribution to that physical history, but the low and curved slenderly pointed peaks of her otherwise human ears leave no doubt at all of that truth.

The whole of her, whatever her origins, is beautifully sleek in form that descends from gracefully slender shoulders to modestly perked breasts, then tapers to a healthily narrowed waist very right to wear a corset style of fashionable dress, as she at times does.  Just below that waist, where quite femininely shaped hips smoothly flair and flow into vibrantly formed legs, the eye of the observer finds quite possibly her truest physical assets quite meant to draw the eye of man, and now and then woman as well - assets that she makes no effort to hide and instead most often wears dresses to accentuate, with the result alluring and easy to fall into the trap of admiring a little too long.

While that shape of her invites, her crystalline eyes with the gray hue of forming storm clouds and the expressions she may show, depending upon her mood and the moment, can as easily, sometimes icily dissuade.  Her eye for one, though, along whose arm she might be found draped in a social setting, speaks very clearly of her belonging to that one and quite liking that circumstance.

Someone must be paying for all of those pretty dresses, after all ...