Blind Siren

Celaphine would stand at a firm 5'9", the pale Siren endowed with black silks, lacing to accentuate her curves in all the right places. Her nostrils would subtly flare as she took in a deep breath. It was customary to her by now, entering a new room as the black silk wrapping her eyes would give away to her vision impairment. She could often get by on smell and sound alone however, sauntering into the entryway, the silks licking at her thinly veiled thighs. Celaphine had short tourmaline hair to match her gold jewelry, loving the texture of the soft metal in particular, just the way it'd warm in her hands; it was also a sign of her success. A single, black stripe ran down the middle of her lower lip, almost as if it were her own flesh, matching her heels, wrapped around her feet in similar fashion. The Siren wasn't big on flashy entrances, nor She didn't speak much, but when she would, her voice would lull out and make a mute sing for her. " " She'd say calm and curt, head cocking subtly to the side to better hear the acoustics of the room.