A curious creature meets your gaze, female in nature yet certainly not human. At least not anymore.
Her appearance was that of a centaur, a darkskinned marriage of a mare and a human woman that was rather at odds with one another. Her human portion sported an ample bust, but certainly wasn't fit or muscular, while the equine portion was strongly muscled in an animal fashion as one might expect.
One could perhaps draw the conclusion that something was strange taken her clashing physique together with her anxiety and discomfort around others. She seemed ashamed  and uncomfortable with what she was, often holding her distance or keeping away from civilization altogether.

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Reds: Scat and the like
Greens: Most everything. Special interest in play dealing with her inhuman nature, wether this be in a loving fashion of making her accept what she is and enjoy it, or be treated as sub-human.