It's hard to tell which feature catches your eye first - her sleek figure, her glimmering green eyes, or her majestic wings. Peggy would be a six-foot tall statue carved of coal, if not for the way she continually shifts her balance from one foot to the other, causing her inky scales to shimmer with her every move. She wears a golden sheath dress... no; rather, she wears gold, uncountable thin chains of it, acting in mass like some strange liquid poured over her body, pooling on the high points, clinking in soft cascades whenever she moves. The spaces between offer tantalizing glimpses of her smooth black scales; she seems to be wearing absolutely nothing beneath. The gold, made to cling to her shape by careful joins here and there, falls down to her ankles at its lowest, leaving a slit along one leg bare to mid-thigh. Light gray heels add a few inches to her height.

    She looks your way and smiles mysteriously. Long, membranous ears twitch restlessly as the ragged row of long spines rising from her short, black hair bob up and down with every shift of her mood. Occasional puffs of thin smoke rise from the nostrils at the end of her elegantly curved muzzle. Peggy's thin tail, half again as long as the rest of her, swishes erratically behind her, giving brief glimpses of its multiply-flanged tip, and briefer ones of the golden bracelet near its base. A ring rides on her left ring-finger, thin golden arabesques clutching a tiny ruby.

The clothing is different each time this page is loaded. I like randomness.