One of Sinfars strenghts is that uncanny ability by wich even the most beautiful and pure things can be made base and foul. That strength has clearly been at work on the young woman you see before you.

Perhaps once she would have stood before you with the exquisite, rounded curves befitting a godess - but now she appears as a mere shadow of that. Her form is thin, lanky and just barely keeping her from appearing completely malnourished.

Her long black hair hangs in messy strands over her thin shoulders. The ragged, tight fitting leathers hugging her slender form stained and worn with the marks of the greedy lust she is forced to accomodate. Despite all this the black-haired young woman manages to retain a certain measure and kind of beauty. A beauty different from that traditional measure of purity - a beauty that conveys the opposite. That this woman knows and has accepted her lot in this life as a lowly streetwalker.