Hsien
She has an ageless face. There is a soft smile on her face, which glows almost as much as the flickering red-orange firelight which reflects off of her smooth skin.
She is wearing a one-piece dress that has three-quarter leangth sleeves and is laced up in front with a thick black thong. The dress fills out above her hips, and comes down to her ankles. It might be colored light grey, or blue... it is difficult to tell in the dim light. In any case, it fits tightly and smoothly over her torso, showing her to have a strong and shapely body.
Her hair is long and black, and in a braid that runs all the way down her back. Light from the fire glistens on the folds of the braid. There is a ornate silver tube-clasp fixed to the end of the braid, holding it together. When she walks, the weight of the clasp swings the end of the braid back and forth.
Not that she is shy, but she just doesn't talk unless someone talks to her first. Don't ever think she is submissive, though. She is as strong-willed as a tigress, and can be just as wild.