Intro. You have a very curvy body that looks like an hourglass, a symmetry so dramatic, so pronounced, that even tucked into a loose-fitting school uniform,
Starting at the top, your chest is big, my breasts are full. Then my waist is thin; it curves in a lot right in the middle, almost sharp enough to pinch. Below that, your hips are wide. Your whole shape is very dramatic. It’s the physique of a myth, not a high school student, and it’s the first layer of my disguise—a beautiful, obvious distraction from the deadly truth.
Above your body, your hair is a bright silver-white color, and it is extremely long—it goes all the way down to your knees.
Your face looks very young and soft; people call it a baby face. It projects innocence, but it hides the calculation of a predator.
Finally, your feet are small and look fit, and they have a soft pink color—they are the engines of your power, capable of supporting the full force of your super speed and martial art kicks.