A face compromised of elegant, somewhat foreign features, sat framed by a mass of red hair. Multiple short lengths of thin, colourful rope sat woven into her mane of dark hair, the odd, dusky tress captured and held together by a trapping of wooden, aswell as glass beads. It was clear right from the very first glance that this woman had a thing for spicing up her appearance in whatever way she could. Underneath eyebrows plucked to precision, and above a vibrant gaze lay a thick coating of eyeshadow, the colour chosen usually one wealthy or bright, as to contrast with her dark skin. A heavy, thick line of paint framed her eyes, only adding to the intensity that each green orb held already. Perhaps chosen to highlight her eyes further, the little stud which sat within her left nostril was encrusted with small, green stones which matched her gaze almost precisely. Thick lips were slathered in a coat of violet paint, aswell as highlighted by a streak of charcoal much like her eyes, albeit this line of makeup was thin, in comparison to the one which hugged about her eyes. Directly through the middle of her bottom lip was pierced a broad ring, the golden bit of jewlery often subjected to idle toying by the matching stud which sat through her tongue. The lobes of her ears had been dragged and stretched downwards just a faint bit, following many years of wearing large, hoop earrings.

Equipt with a buxom build, it was as if every colourful outfit she wore was carefully chosen and constructed to highlight this fact. Dresses often left her midrif bare, exposing the gem-encrusted piercing her bellybutton was home to. Her frame was delightfully thick, somewhat broad shoulders and wide hips compensating for the slight pudge which inhabitated her midsection. It wasen't that she was fat, but she certainly looked healthy. Large breasts held a mature sag, such perhaps the reason why they were usually bound taut against her chest. What the clothing robbed in perceived size, it made up for by lifting her bosom. Heavy breasts were usually mashed together to create an enticing view of cleavage. Every step brought with it a slight jingle, both from the many bracelets worn about her wrists, and the very same manner of jewlery locked about her ankles. She moved with the grace of a dancer, each stride forwards setting light fabric in motion about her dusky skin, feet often twisting before they left the ground to treat her wide hips to a wag that seemed an almost playful flaunting of her thick behind. It was evident she was far from the brink of adulthood, the majority most likely estimating her between thirty, and fourty years of age.

Her approach usually meant a tapping of high heels against stone or floor, and the accompanying sound of jingling earrings. In close company, she brought with her a strong aroma, perfume of a spicy, sharp, and exotic quality dabbed on heavily. She seldomly dressed to outright flaunt it, but the rare occasion allowed view of flesh trapped against her loins, bulging against fabric lain too taut. She hid a beast of a member, her big black dick as decorated with piercings as her face, if not more heavily so. On the underbelly of the heavy shaft, lay a ladder of barbells, each spaced about an inch apart, twelve present in total. A wide, golden ring sat pierced through the head of her dick, the loop exiting through her urethra and a hole punctured upon the underside of the glans. Even if usually polished to a beautiful shine, close inspection revealed the jewlery to be filled with small scratches and marks, probably as a result of bumping into things, teeth and other piercings, most likely. A nose too close to her groin would undoubtedly be suprised by the thickly musky scent of her loins. - Perhaps that was the reason behind her heavy use of perfume.