The Undead Queen was already beautiful enough when Phei first saw her when made her his slave, but once he actually stopped and allowed himself to look, beautiful became painfully inadequate.
Even now what flowed over her body looked at first glance like an impossibly elegant dark dress, except there was no fabric anywhere on her.
Death Essence continuously spilled from the Queen herself and wrapped around her body, gathering into sweeping black-violet layers that resembled silk without ever truly becoming cloth. It hugged her enormous breast narrowed around her waist and poured over her hips in long flowing curtains before trailing around her legs like smoke caught beneath water.
Whenever she moved, the entire thing moved with her, thinning in places until pale skin almost appeared beneath it before darkening again with another pulse of Death. It was less something she wore and more something her existence had decided to imitate for the convenience of everyone else's sanity.
