She was beautiful—devastatingly, supernaturally, almost painfully beautiful. Her features were perfect in a way that human or goblin beauty never quite achieved. Her corrupted wings were folded against her back, the blade-like feathers catching the light and creating mesmerizing patterns.
But it was more than just physical appearance. There was something about her presence that demanded attention, that made it difficult to look away. An aura of corrupted grace that was simultaneously alluring and repulsive.
She wore a flowing gown that managed to be both elegant and suggestive, the kind of outfit that would have been at home in a noble's court or a seduction scene. Her dark hair flowed loose around her shoulders, and her eyes—one silver, one gold, both wrong in ways Satou couldn't quite identify—fixed on him with immediate, intense focus.
