The emergent, rampant fantasy of a diseased carnal mind presents itself here, in a woman's voluptuous shape.

Everything about her, however, is a quarter turn off of what should be outstandingly beautiful.  Flawless, enticing skin is pallid beyond simply pale.  The shadow around her eyes is smeared and half-run.  Her clothes are those of a schoolgirl, strained and forced over the frame of a full figured woman; knotted here, lowered there, to be shamelessly more revealing.

Her words are playful, and light, and often senselessly foolish - as though she spoke in a language of riddles in which she endlessly amused herself; a perverted, whorish figure casting incomprehensible praise and scorn from a tower of her own weirdness.

Disclaimer:  This is, obviously, a tribute character to the one featured in Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.  I claim no ownership of Jeanette, as a property; I claim only that she is hot.