Rising silently from the waters of the Tub, the liquid beading and cascading down her pale skin, before you stands a true nymph, a child of Poseidon, Father of all aquatic Fae. In her cherry-red hair, spilling over her shoulders like water, innumerable shells and coral hang, catching the light and your eyes. Patches of the nymph's skin caught the light in a soft blue-green sheen, the flesh textured like scales, giving her an odd, other-worldly look, her eyes a deep, striking blue with a hint of what looks like starlight that you seemed to lose yourself in. About her neck draped a long silver chain, threaded through a spiral shell, coral and silver bracelets dangle loosely at her wrists and ankles, like a dancer's jewelry.
Gossamer layers of sheer cloth in blues and light greens are draped loosely about the girl's form, often offering a peek of pale skin beneath as she moves, the cloth hanging and draped from her body in a revealing dress shape, though it seemed to flow like water over her form. Tall and slender, the 6'1" nymph smiles playfully, giving a flirtatious cant of her hips, her eyes alight with mischief. Her form was not curvaceous, but her breasts were full and firm, her hips a soft curve to them, alluring without being large. She's more than happy to settle down and talk, the subject is irrelevant, as long as she feels comfortable. The moment she speaks, you realize the nymph's voice is like the soft morning tide, sliding under a wooden dock and over the rocks, that soft, rolling, comforting sound that draws you in, the pitch low and sultry.