Just inside the palace doors a flare of magic lit up the entry way. A deal of feminine laughter echoed in the room. Something tangibly familiar, exotic, and unfathomable. A woman strode into the palace. Cursed from her head to her toes. Her moonlit hair had an ethereal sheen in it's white color that made her skin an even more curious pale tone. Her eyes as well verged on colorless grey that gave away each and every emotion that shook her body. In the depths of hell, in the palace she walked and explored the unique setting. Fragile frame was clothed in layers of fine silks those of which covered her body in adequately, but left a deal of her shoulders and legs exposed. Her elegantly long neck, chiseled like fine ivory swiveled gracefully for her demure head to look where her eyes could capture the wealth of the palace. Each movement was unlabored and effortless, her steps were so light one could say she moved as though a ghost.