The face she presents to the world is more than appealing; a treasuring of big, flirtatious smiles, bright ruby eyes, and mischievous expressions promising mischief otherwise expressed.  Caught in quiet moments however, there's an intense convulsion of gloom, apathy and tension vying for control of her; receding as soon as she realizes she is under observation in favor of another wicked smile.

She's a touch short for a drowess, though waspishly proportioned and straining the slutty regalia in which she runs the Dutiful Bitch.  Red hair - dyed by conventional techniques, and no special blood blessing - offsets black lips, and the colors bookend the summary of her apparent totality.

One minute, a flirty harlot queen of hearts; the next, a mood as black as the ace of spades.