Race: Brachina
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3
Orientation: Pansexual

Before you stands an all too familiar sight in the land of Sinfar. A woman, shaped to absolute perfection. Every inch of her flesh was smooth, and hairless. Every curve of her form was precisely calculated, crafted in 'just' such a way as to draw the eye. Before you stood a Brachina.

Crimson hair spilled down her shoulders, and a thin tail would often be seen giving idle flicks as molten-gold iris's drifted about the streets. Lyndis was indeed a sight to behold, from the generous swell of her breasts, to the toned curve of her rear, garbed by what ever clothing she deemed fitting at the time. A healthy C cup rested within the confines of her clothing, or perhaps rested free were one lucky enough. Within each of the nipples that capped those soft mounds of flesh rested a barbell which jutted through. Similarly, a small bar ran through the center of her tongue, and were one lucky enough to see her fully bare, a ruby-tipped stud was pierced through the little clit that rested atop her hairless sex.
Despite these accesories of her, no ink marred her skin, not a tattoo to be seen. Unlike many of her kind, who often chose the soft, smooth curves of a woman who knew no labors, Lyndis's form was particularly tone. Muscled, but compacted in such a way as to maintain those alluring curves. Along with this, came a delightful warmth that radiated off of her body constantly, inviting to the touch.

If all of the visual delights were not enough, a scent would follow the woman everywhere she went. What scent was that, you might ask? What ever was most pleasing to the one who smelled it. Was it cinammon for you? Vanilla? Perhaps lavender? The pheromones seemed to accomodate any who's senses were assailed.

Along with all of the physical properties that made this creature appealing, she carried herself with a soft of confidence that was difficult not to appreciate. She was always prepared to adapt, and portray what ever qualities her intended target desired most. Was she to be needy, reliant, for the one who wished to provide? Or perhaps strong, controlling, taking what she desired from them? What ever the situation called for. What is it you would seek from this visage of sex, and power? She would 'love' to know...

Reds: Scat, Vore, Vomit.

Greens: Essentially everything else. Send me a tell if you're unsure. I don't bite.