Neve turned to look at the woman who'd spoken. The woman they'd saved.
Dressed in bloodstained, black and white cloth, the lady walked forward with her hands clasped together. She had long, blonde hair, four small, thin yellow eyes with no pupils, and dark, grey lips that put on a polite smile. Were it not for her eyes and the fact that her hands only had three fingers, she would be indistinguishable from a regular human.
[She looks kinda like a nun, actually. A hot nun.]
Once again, as her lips parted and her slightly sultry voice flowed out, it felt like pure, raw honey being dipped into Neve's ears from a golden pitcher.
"Thank you, traveler. That was almost the end for me."
Calmly, she stood before Neve. She was about half a head taller than her. Her warm, yellow eyes almost beckoned Neve to take a couple of steps closer. Her presence, in general, felt absolutely enthralling.
Pulling back instead, Neve thought:
