Her hair -- that nightly veil --flowed, dense and unfathomable. An avalanche of midnight, it moved with the fluidity of ink, pouring down her shoulders and caressing her face.  

Her skin, a luminous pearlescence; a deathly pale where nary a blemish nor blush bloomed. Lips puckered and gleaming crimson -- those plush pillows ever twisting into the faintest of smirks in passing. Her teeth, harsh as talons, drew forth and nibbled down hard upon her plush painted lip. She turned and wagged her finger beckoning the gawker to follow. His eyes mesmerized by those waspish hips that swayed like a perverse pendulum.

...Follow at your own peril.


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Her gender's female and her sex is too. Orientation is Lesbian. PC's is Pansexual.

Biting People. Transformation. Dark Themes. +6 lines of descriptive passages. Try me.