Casting not the faintest sound, a dangerous-looking drow seems to materialize out of thin air. She is very short and slender, and quite clearly, expertly trained in the art of subterfuge. At first glance, she appears as nothing more than an adolescent, perhaps even a child. But make no mistake, for she is without a doubt, *all* woman. Her entire ensemble has been custom-tailored to accentuate her alluring figure, neglecting not a single tantalizing feature. She has skin like polished obsidian, which does much to amplify the definition in her overtly displayed bosom, abdomen, and thighs. Her hair, in dramatic contrast, is stark white. It has been pinned back with precious jewels, laced with silvery webbing, and braided into impossible geometric patterns. This shameless display of wealth would seem foolish, except that her deadly arsenal of weaponry is on equally shameless display. Combined with the sadistic glare in her ruby red eyes, and the invitation of death, or much worse, on her petulant lips... There is no question that any attempt on her person is, in fact, entirely out of the question.