(third-person POV)
Her hair was like lavender in color and essence, long, beautiful, and lush, with eyes the same color, skin clear as moonlight and smooth as silk, slightly shorter and less voluptuous than Mei, but in no way less beautiful.
Even so, she had a perfect hourglass silhouette that left nothing to be desired, her robe that was a little shorter than most of the women Desmond had seen so far showed her pristine legs and it was almost strange how soft these seemed; mainly for Desmond that refused to believe that those soft-looking legs did not hide an overwhelming physical power ... it was impossible that it was like that, she was an internal disciple.
Yet she was the perfect example of sometimes less, indeed, she wore loose feminine martial robes with lots of floral details on them, and as she climbed onto the combat platform the sound of her slippers clearly resonated in the environment.
