Unhurried and calm, this little blue elf exudes an aura of elegance and nobility. If not for the unmistakably azure skin, this unusually curvaceous woman sporting a pair of long elvish ears could easily be mistaken for a half-elf. Her thick locks of shiny jet-black hair flow down to her waist like a stage curtain with her fringe all swept to one side of her face. She scans around her surroundings playfully with citrine eyes as bright as stage lights, locking eyes with anyone caught staring at her. Like a delicate prop, her tiny nose is docked right above her equally tiny crimson lips. While far from emaciated, her skinny body hardly qualifies as a fighter. Her limbs are thin but soft and flabby. Her bared midriff, without the toned muscles of a fighter's, is also without a slightest hint of a bulge. A pair of breasts the size of grapefruits are spilling out of the sides of her tight skimpy clothes. As a light breeze swishes her hair around, the curtains open to reveal a tattoo of a black widow spider right above her thick round hips, hugging her waist in a deathly tight embrace.