Faz’nur’thoon . . . ?
As I gazed upon the lavender-skinned woman with the spider's lower half, I couldn't help but feel both intrigued and repulsed by her appearance. Her eight black obsidian eyes seemed to pierce through my very soul, while her silk-like white hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves.
Despite her monstrous appearance, she possessed a certain unearthly beauty, with her smooth lavender skin contrasting against her white spider abdomen. Her eight spider legs moved with effortless grace, each one ending in razor-sharp hooks that glinted in the dim light of the basement.
Her upper body was humanoid, with delicate, feminine features and a pair of small, pointed ears peeking out from beneath her silvery-white hair. Her face was like a child, youthful and innocent, but her lips were full and inviting. And when she spoke, her voice was cold and emotionless, like the chittering of a spider.