All manner of peculiar crossbreeds manage to claim Sinfar as their home. Given the sheer variety perverse, and sinful creatures calling these lands home, it is no wonder that they have managed to mingle and breed. Yet, even with such a thing in mind, few would ever consider what it might mean to breed with the hideous monstrosity that is a euphoric imp.

While the average imp is an emaciated, grotesque and utterly loathsome creature, Tasia is a woman of surprising beauty. That is, if one could get past her stature. At a measly two foot, ten inches in height,  the half imp was unlikely to gather too much ire. Yet, in spite of her size, Tasia was as curvaceous as the sins that spawned her. From head to toe, she bore a luscious and voluptuous figure. With breasts better set on a human frame, the length of her spine was sure to ache in its attempts to support their weight. Tiny as she was, a fair portion of her body mass seemed to reside within those two luscious mounds. Just as her chest was ripe with flesh, the rest of her frame knew the wealth of plumpness.  

Though not outright fat, her belly did hold the slightest of  bulges, resulting in an utterly adorable pair of love handles protruding off the sides of her abdomen. Likewise, her hips were wide and welcoming, looking as though more than capable of bearing a child. Of course, with those hips, she was all but required to have a delectable rear end. Similar to her bosom, her backside was perhaps too full. No matter the clothing she happened to be wearing, the full globes of her derriere would sway and wiggle, inviting any onlooker that might happen to glance at their feet and catch her instead.  As though nature had deemed it necessary to draw attention to her backside, the imp was in possession of a wiry little spade-tipped tail. While common place on a devil, Tasia’s possessed a rather unique capability, or at least, one unique to imps as a species. That delicate little spade was actually something of a sheath, able to peel away in lieu of a needle tipped barb oozing with her own twisted brand of hallucinogenic poison.

Drawing her every feature into a cohesive and lovely whole was her beautiful, and largely unblemished skin. Dusky in appearance the imp’s supple, soft epidermis knew none of the scarring or sores one would expect of her race. Of course, the loveliest figure in the world would account for very little without a face to match. In possessing so voluptuous a form, one would undoubtedly expect similar features to frame the imp’s visage. Soft and rounded, her face would depict a woman straight from the orient which would only add an exotic flare to the peculiar creature. Large, almond shaped eyes sat posed over an almost demure little nose and a pair of lusciously soft lips. The only mar on an otherwise flawless visage was the placement of a golden labret pierced through the center of her lower lip.