This drow female stands at just under five feet, and bears a hard look about her. Whilst her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, any loose strands have been shaven off, giving the sides of her head a rather spartan look; frankly she looks as mean as Hell. The hair itself is an offwhite bleached colour, which only makes her look more... shall we say distinctive. Her ears have two silver rings in each of the earlobes.

Her vibrant, almost burning red eyes watch from between narrowed slits. If she allowed herself to open her eyes more fully they'd have a pleasing almond shape to them, but she generally regards those around her with suspicion and annoyance, scanning faces carefully. Despite this her eyes seem to betray a sense of having seen it all, often looking tired or simply irritable with those around her. Her eyebrows are fine, trimmed to simply cover the bone, and are the same colour as her hair.

Her nose is straight, and thin without being beaklike, a little snub at the end, leading down into a pair of lips, that are both slightly thinner than normal, and almost consistently twisted into a smirk. The purple skin is well cared for, whilst usually being painted with a thin layer of black, a shimmeringly glossy sheen over her lips. Her cheekbones are well defined, and speak of perhaps centuries of breeding, casting fine shadows upon her cheeks, her face being almost all angles, and few soft places.

Her skin shines faintly, with the lustre of polished ebony, only darker. Her shoulders, from the collarbone upward, are covered in pale white tattoos of spider webs, as well as a pair of purple, vicious looking befanged spiders.

She tends toward outfits that show off a generous amount of her cleavage, although being gifted with only a thirty inch B cup, she looks a little slutty, and her breasts are slightly mashed against her chest to give the impression of being a little more stacked than she is but also making them look even smaller than they are. It's normal for you to see her nipples poking slightly through the fabric of the cups. The tight material sweeps down to her lush hips that are a little wider than those of the average drow.

Standing out from the rest of her body was her bubbly rear. It seemed as if nature had been saving up on meat when filling out Jys' body, only to spend it all on an absolutely divine and awe-inspiring bum that was certain to make heads turn. And that's when it's covered by her clothes. When she walks she keeps her hands on her hips and struts in a most feminine manner, her welltrained, deliciously delectable asscheeks dancing gently beneath her clothes. She's never seen without her thigh high black leather boots, each one with a chunky 5 inch platform heel. She often gives those who stare a rather challenging glare.

###Should you be so lucky###

There's a good reason for her nipples to always be poking through her tops, and now you can see the purple coloured stud that adorns each erect little bullet, the dark purple flesh seemingly begging to be sucked, or used in some way. The skin on her breasts, and indeed all her flesh usually covered by clothes, shines with the same dark lustre as described previously. The space between her breasts is small and almost perfectly formed, and leads out onto her chest, ribs barely visible under the skin, and then onto the toned expanse of her washerboard stomach. In her navel there is a piercing, a simple, rather unadorned purple coloured bar, that has a small length of silver chain dangling from it.

All down her back and onto her generous, yet firm rump, there are silvery trailing scar marks, from the attentions of a whip upon her at some point by some one. The marks look to be very old however, and no fresh ones have yet to join them.

Her shaven pelvis means that your eyes are drawn first to her almost constantly erect clit, the flesh just poking out of the purple hood that houses it. The metal stud with rounded ends, that has been placed in her clit gives away the reason why the nub is always on alert. Just behind this lie the puffy, wet, and tight sitting pussylips that rest between her dark legs.

Standing out from the rest of her body was her bubbly rear. It seemed as if nature had been saving up on meat when filling out Jys' body, only to spend it all on an absolutely divine and awe-inspiring tush that was certain to make heads turn.

Now naked, her truely mouthwatering sculpture of an arse is revealed. Chiseled to perfection, the twin sloping hills meet to form a crevice that demands a tongue in it. And that's when they aren't spread.

Holding those lush, firm cheeks apart bares a black star of tight forbidden delight, something that, calls to be filled, with a tongue or a cock for the pleasure of the woman who it belongs to.