Madame Elara possesses an unsettling, motionless beauty, standing with a posture so straight it suggests a spine of iron. Her silver hair is coiled into a rigid crown, highlighting her sharp, lupine cheekbones and amber eyes that remain fixed with predatory focus. She wears a tailored suit of obsidian silk that catches the light like oil on water, with silver cufflinks shaped like closed eyes. A jagged, thin scar runs from her jawline into her collar, a stark contrast to her otherwise pristine skin. She moves without a sound, appearing to glide across the plush carpets of the restaurant rather than walk. The impression she leaves is that of a frozen sculpture that only moves when it is absolutely efficient to do so.