It's 1am and you are stumbling through the cobbled streets of Ankh Morpork. The only light is the moons glisten onto the slippery stones that make up the road. A thick smog surrounds the city, curling up into thin cloudy whiplets infront of your eyes. You can't see more than 10 metres ahead, but you know the streets well even through the drunken haze you placed upon yourself.
You hear a single tap of feet ahead of you, the sound echoes along the windy path. You look up to see a shadow rise up to form a humanoid figure, it stands around 6ft tall. The edges of the silhouette blurred by the smog. The figure slowly walks towards you each step like a whips crack against the pavement.
The shadow turns into a stick of a man. Hunched over, his shoulders raised above his head he stalks forward like a heron on the hunt. Hands hidden behind his back. His suit is finely ironed and well fitting. The seems perfectly sown and cared for. The shoes gleaming in the moon light casting a perfect mirror of the surroundings onto his shoes. His bow tie a dark velvet with studded rubys placed in the centre of each side of the bow.
The man stands only 3m from you now. You can see his face in detail. His jet black hair finely combed back into a greesy looking comb over. Each hair looks to be placed with intent. His nose long and thin coming to a sharp point at it's tip. Nostrils flare out to the sides at the base, his nose hairs much like his head hair seem to be finely trimmed and oiled. His cheek bones sharp as daggers ride up the sides of his face to meet the corners of his glowing green eyes. Like fine emeralds they glare through you, like they are judging your every decision up till this point.
Shaking your head for a moment you catch a look at his eyebrows.
They are raised slightly and as dark as black iris flowers. Perfectly formed each hair curls gently round his brow, the hairs trend towards a pointed end either side of his forehead.
Suddenly you realise he is upon you and he carefully steps past you glaring at you with a deathly stare. You feel his arm gently brush you as he walks by.
He disappears quickly into the night never to be seen again.

You look around confused, wondering why that moment seemed so intense, looking down at your hands you notice your sleeves have gone, and your shirt and your trousers and pants and socks and shoes, infact you are completely naked!
For you have been robbed by THE DESCRIPTOTHIEF!