The young pale olive-skinned woman before you is a strikingly lovely specimen of womanhood.  She studies the people before and around her with liquid, dark brown eyes set in a round face, smiling with subtly rouged lips.  Her thick black hair is parted neatly down the middle, then pinned back into a bun at the nape of her neck.  A few curls slip out occasionally, effortlessly twisted and tucked back into her coif with quick, light fingers.  She stands with her back straight, hands often clasped before her and chin lifted up.

Her gown is slightly threadbare and plain, meticulously clean, with the few accessories she wears being polished and bright.  Either way, the attire is tailored to her curvy figure, and buttoned up as primly as possible, almost hiding every inch of skin from the sun.  She even carries a parasol for good measure.