An impossible fusion of polished brass and silk. Her warforged body is finished in burnished ivory metal that catches lamplight like bone. Integrated into the crown of her head sit two delicate mechanical fox ears, filigreed with copper veins and lined with velvet-soft servoskinds that twitch and pivot with uncanny life. Her eyes are deep gold lenses that glow warmly and flicker with imperceptible glyphs when she sings. Small seam-plates and embroidered seams allow soft fabric to drape over her shoulders and hips, contradicting the strictly engineered lines beneath. When she moves she does so like a practiced dancer: every step measured, then deliberately loose; she can slide across a room like a silk shadow or stand perfectly still as a sentinel. Unexpectedly, when she blushes she emits a faint puff of fragrant steam from vents at her neck that smells of amber and orange.