Beatific she is not, a zephyrus cold air filled with razor like edges surrounds her nostrils when pursuing the elusive mark. Her compensation ends with countless zeros and not a penny less. A million to start a maximum to conclude. Her beauty is a relucent flower only fit for a heavenly meadow, stunning to the stare and a heart of stone at the drop of a precious coin, lithification enters the emotionless huntress, an immaculate taker of souls the bodies has been snuffed out around the world. Her aura has a maismic feel, the allure of Copius disgusting dollars distinguishes her from a thousand Queens but the spoils accentuate the arrogance of a spoiled child destined to what she believes the rightful place beside a dealer hand. Life matters not and what fascinates the multitude she finds jejune. Intrinsically she believes nothing should should escape her exquisite eye and if you run you made the hunt that much more sweeter.

Lives under anything
Money over Everything