A thin, very young-looking tiefling woman stands with one hip angled forward, her head cocked as if she has just heard a private joke. Her smooth dark-red skin has a warm, almost polished sheen, broken only by a scatter of faint soot freckles across her nose and collarbones. Her face is slender and elegant, with red lips, flushed cheeks, tiny white fangs, and intense blood-red eyes that seem brighter whenever she lies. Two very short black conical horns rise from her forehead, neatly trimmed and surprisingly smooth. Her black hair is cut short and combed into deliberate waves, though one stubborn lock always curls toward her left horn. She moves with a dancer's careful balance, never quite standing flat-footed, and leaves the impression of a mischievous young woman who could either kiss someone or set their coat on fire. The contradictory detail is her hands: despite the infernal warmth beneath her skin, they are perpetually cold, and she keeps them tucked behind her back when nervous.