If nothing more than facial features were to be considered, this particular woman here would be just about as plain as they come. But in reality, she wasn't. Far from it actually. Because whilst she wasn't equipped with the otherworldly beauty possesed by many other women in Sinifer city, she'd made it appear so: With a thick application of make up, an assortment of vibrant coloured ink that nearly covered her from head to toe, and a worn amount of jewlery that didn't just border on the excessive, but was over the top indeed. Everything about the buxomly curved femme seemed designed to call for attention, right from her hair dyed in unatural colour, to the fact that she was usually more undressed than not.

Amanda's hair fell exactly to her shoulders, never longer and never shorter. Either she had it cut on a weekly basis, or perhaps its growth had simply been suspended so that the vividly shaded mane would keep in exactly the same style forever. It was neatly combed and with a tattered cut that left this strand and that hanging over her forhead, locks designed to fall free from pointed ears whenever they were brushed back there, to instead hang and frame their owners face. It hardly mattered how the elven lady's eyes would have appeared without makeup, because she always wore an amount of paint that was suitable for war or even clown academy, moreso than it was for day to day life. But everything pointed towards the fact that Amanda led a life as fast paced and filled with debauchery as most others around these parts, so there was hardly any good reason to hold back. Eyebrows were plucked thin and neat, and from them stretched a powdery coat of smeared lilac to cover her eyelids. And with a thick swoop of pure black to frame brilliant peepers, it took no more than a squint to make her appear so very sultry, she might aswell have asked for a fucking. In her one nostril sat a brilliant diamond stod, and pointed ears were so heavily adorned with hoops and even chains to span between piercings, that it all made for a soft, soothing jingle when the elf moved. Lips were pouty and thick, done over in glistening violet and pierced aswell, the bottom cushion hugged by a slender onyx ring right in the middle. A cheeky poke of her tongue free from mouth would reveal the slender muscle to be adorned with jewlery aswell, no less than two studs, one behind the other, situated pierced through the glistening tissue.

She neither dressed as an elf, nor did she act as one, and if it hadn't been for the pointy ears and dimunitive height, most would've probably placed Amanda as human. But she was an elf, albeit one who'd been born within Sinifer, from parents who were born within the very same. It meant Amanda had been touched by the perverted corruption that was the multicultural city near as soon as she was born, so even if her ancestory was of fey nobility, it was all so very distant that no care was given to it. Touched by human blood in some manner, or perhaps simply having seen the grace of magic, Amanda possesed a curvy figure. Sure, her arms were limber aswell as lithe, and there was some elegance present in how her legs seemed to go on for miles, but everything else about her physique leaned more towards the mouth watering than it did the pretty. Her tits were so very large that they bordered on the oversized, and whilst it could be said that the perky orbs of succulent tissue in abudant amount always sat squashed up as high as possible to provide ample view of cleavage, measuring them in cup size really was uneccesary. - 'Cause they were large enough, if not even too large, for any mans hand to properly encase. The twin peaks were crowned by small nipples, constantly kept pert by the studs pierced through them, the end of the twin barbells fixed with brilliant lilac gemstones. From the heavenly plushness of her chest, the womans figure swept into thin and tapered waist, belly smooth and faintly toned, belly button pierced aswell and adorned by a dangling, chandelier-like jewlery which was composed of a multitude of gemstones fixed to eachother by onyx wire, held in the pattern of a heart.

There was very little in the way of consistency to her ink word. Some stuff was tribal in design, some were poorly depicted images of nude women, much as the sailors have, and sone tattooes were even just words. Bad words at that, eg. the collar-like wrapping of the all capital letter "SLUT," across her throat. The ink work stretched as far as to the tips of fingers, tribal veins wrapping over digits, nearly all of which were wearing some manner of golden or silver band, each dainty finger tipped with manicured nails that were so long they could only be described as whorish. 'Twas readily apparant just why it was that demeaning words such as 'whore,' 'bitch,' and 'cumpdump,' had been scribbled into her sunkissed flesh, 'cause everything pointed towards Amanda being exactly those things. The way in which her tapered waist flared out into wide hips to make for a bubbly and peachy backside was usually visible moreso than on most, 'cause it wasn't too rare to catch the elf sporting no bottoms at all! Such of course meant that her twat was as easily visible as her backside. A crude arrow, pointing downwards was inked just above her cunt, but it nearly couldn't be seen thanks to a triangle patch of lilac hair. The femme's pussy was both pierced and tattoo'd aswell, much like the rest of her; smooth netherlips, pouty as they were, graced by tribal swirls of ink and adorned with several onyx rings and studs.

It was apparant from the get-go that this here being had been touched so deeply by Sinifer's perverted corruption indeed, that some would consider her mentally damaged. 'Cause she cared not about danger and feared not for her own safety. She just wanted to fuck, as if that was the only thing she enjoyed, and even the only thing she could.