A flurry of golden butterflies, like gold leaf in a snowglobe, announce her entry into the room. Smoke languidly rises from her lips as she turns to face you. There is an overwhelming presence about her just by looking at her, especially with every step closer she takes. A low giggle leaves her. When she speaks, her tone is menacing and confident.

"Hoh. Even after a thousand years, the look on humans' faces when they see me never changes... how amusing, how amusing."