Nathalie/desc

Long lines, pale white skin, fragile features that look like they were cast from a sculptors hand. This young woman is most clearly D'Angeline, her heritage apparent with every movement. Her body is gently toned, and most of her height of five feet and nine inches seems to be made up of long leg. A halo of blond hair falls about her shoulders in soft wisps, the shade reminiscent of moonlight and sunlight woven together, fair and lovely. Her skin is that pale quality that Cereus House cultivates with meticulous care, her wrists so white as to reveal pale blue veins beneath the surface. Her eyes are the pale blue shade of the summer sky, her overall appearance one of delicacy.

She wears a day gown of pale sage silk, with a pattern of swirls woven into the delicate fabric. The bodice scoops low across the front, a froth of lace adding modesty to the glimpse of blossoming cleavage and milky skin. Sleeves that are puffed slightly end in points at the wrists each trimmed with similar lace, and a tightly cinched waist highlights the hourglass figure before draping elegantly towards the floor. She wears a locket of gold around her neck, set with a sparkling azure stone. Fair blonde curls are held back with golden net, set under a band that matches precisely the fabric of her gown.

There is something slow and deliberate about her carriage, as if even the slightest movement is planned carefully before execution. The lines of her body make a lissome picture nonetheless, the silvery flecks in her eyes promising at secrets below the surface.

D'Angeline Beauty