The Duchess meets your eyes across the seaside bar. A terrifying yet alluring smile spreads over her cracked lips, teeth sparkling in the dull light. She greets you over with a voice like an angel, and allows you to sit beside her. You smell the ocean, and it reminds you of every rank thing you've ever encountered along the coastline. With her bright, unblinking eyes focused on you, she asks if you'd like to come back to her sand nest later and "plunder her moist caves." Words cannot describe your emotional state.
An independent fish who doesn't need no man. Beautiful yet prickly, much like the nettle flower.
Water, moist things, being showered in the love and adoration she so rightly deserves.
Divorced several times over. It's hard to find a man, or woman, who can keep up with The Duchess.
Sultry curves and sleek scales that catch the moonlight.
Little Black Dress.
Little Black Book, trident cigarette holder, fetching bracelet.
She's a tigerfish on the loose!