Ami moves with a sinuous grace, whether masquerading as a striking human noblewoman or revealing her true form: a long, coiling lamia body covered in midnight-black scales that shimmer with iridescent hues under light. Her long black hair tumbles like a waterfall, framing a pale, almost luminescent face. In human form, her eyes are a mesmerizing stormy gray, while in lamia form, her pupils narrow into vertical slits, glowing faintly with a violet hue. Her cheeks show faint scale patterns even in human guise, a subtle, unsettling contrast to her delicate beauty. Her movements are fluid but deliberate, occasionally betraying serpentine origins by subtle head tilts and the slow flicking of a tongue she claims isn’t there. Ami leaves an impression of both deadly elegance and unsettling otherworldliness, her presence a cocktail of charm mixed with an unshakable sense of danger.