Bittersweet
Hunger

Appears scant 20 years of age...  Long  tresses the color of ravens feathers with streaks of mahogany. Always dressed in fine silk or velvet, soft and snug fitting, against her pale skin. Her eyes dark pools of  iridescent oil  there true color indiscernible. Her movements are languid, as if only to draw attention to her slightest motion. Her voice drips in disdainment, hanging in the air with its condescending tone, while words of praise and kindness fall from her blood red rose petal lips.  Long fingers smooth the folds if her dress in slow motion, tugging the snug garments tight against her, revealing her slender figure beneath even more. Her castle lies somewhere towards the west... Her family is ancient and noble...