Tousled dark bangs frame a dark crimson stare that smolders with entitlement. Delicate peach-pink lips flirt with pleasantry, curving into a practiced smile. The pale woman's complexion is without blemish, faintly evoking the unsettling perfection of a finely crafted porcelain doll.

Her graceful frame holds generous curves, though not always upon display- wielding an extensive wardrobe of varying styles. She strides with exhaustless confidence and importance, doubtlessly possessed of the manufactured grace of a member of the upper class. The noblewoman oft smelt of a cocktail that was spicy and sweet, ginger and vanilla.


Breathplay, roughness, brattiness, powerplay, domming, subbing, humiliation, bondage, aftercare, dressing her partners up, being dressed up herself, things that go bump in the night (especially werewolves)

All genders and sexes, vanilla, countless other things

Scat, watersports, rape, monogamy, pregnancy, unrealistic sizes, anything against the rules