Ino is a doll.
She is envied for her healthy glow and clear skin. Her hair is the color of the moon in full glow on June nights; her eyes the shallow tide pools by the sea, they don't reach far, but are filled with many wondrous things waiting to be discovered. She has full lips that hide straight teeth that can tear throats.
Ino is a fake.
She is not perfect. She has forever lingering scars on her thighs. Like her eyes, she is shallow. There is nothing else in the waters but harsh monsters. Monsters that would pull you into the slight amount of water and hold your head under until the breath in your lungs is gone.
Ino is a killer.
She has stains on her hands that can't be washed off with any amount of chemicals. The haunting memories of children dying in her arms, their eyes filled with blood. Expecting mothers having to die so that they don't bear the true heir. Wives begging her to kill them instead. Her job is like prostitution. She gets paid and the customer is satisfied.
Ino is a whore.