Her hair is ink-dipped silk, flowing like a widow's shroud. Nine pints of trouble on four-inch heels, each stiletto clack is a countdown to dubious decisions. Wrapped in smoke, pearl, and midnight, her veneer is in open rebellion to color.

A body sculpted to drop jaws, this dame's hips are a lethal pendulum, carried upon columns of polished ivory. She's unapologetic in how she tempts eyes toward her lunar-pale curves.

Beatrix wears her wealth like a second skin; her jewels the lure, jasmine scent the ambush, and her velvet croon the coup de grâce. Her presence begs confession - secrets spilled in a smoky cabaret.

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Yes: Pan. Romance, slow burn. Switch. Worship. Messy sex. Oral fixation (giving).

Maybe: Full bondage. Characters with no bios. I generally find extra vulgar wording like "fuck-spire" unappealing.

No: Rape. Monogamy. Vore. Scat. Furries or lizardkin. Ridiculously large bodily proportions, cervix penetration. Trying to schedule ERP OOC. Prenups.

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"Mama, Mama, they took it! They took my color!"

"Silly girl. Nobody can take your--"

But they had! They'd taken it all. Evermore.