Over a thousand years old, Siona still had the body of a girl of twenty.  The intelegence in her eyes--some might say madness, if they dared--gave her an ageless cast and a primal grin.<br/>Striding through her palatial manse in little more than a orichalcum and ruby jewels with a few strips of indigo cloth, the chocolate gilr saught her fair skinned lover in her chambers.  Her belt was a serpent biting it's own tail, bangles chimed on her wrists and ankles.  She might resemble a high priced concubine were her beauty not unearthly beyond all estimation and did not every servent she passed throw herself to her knees and press her forehead to the floor.