Finely crafted muscles were etched into the blue-green flesh of Marcella's body, each movement causing a ripple to flow beneath her flesh.  This gave an almost shimmering grace to her walk, as her body seemed to vibrate like the shifting waters of the ocean.  Marcella's little clothing did nothing to hide this motion, instead adding to it with the loose strands of cloth that hung down her legs and across her shoulders.  Each step brought with it a soft jingle from the shells and rocks that decorated her body.  The sounds were unusual as rocks rubbed against one another and the delicate bodies of the seashells struck one another, but a strange rythm and music emerged from them as well.  The woman's walk was relaxed and her mannerisms seemed arrogant in that she seemed comfortable even at this social gathering.  While not beautiful, she still held the allure of the exotic and dangerous.<br/><br/>She folded her arms behind her back, wrist clasped by the other hand which served to bring her cleavage forward more.  The outfit continued to support her breasts, adjusting to the demands by forcing them upward for the viewer.  Marcella doubted the effect was unintentional and gave a half-smile toward the woman.  "Of course I have a name, but I think you're more interested in me sharing it than having one.  V'Neef Marcella, will that suffice?"