A woman who's obviously augmented with mechanical limbs. Her stride is punctuated by soft whirring and clicking steps of her grabber-styled feet. Thick pistons along the backs of her calves lending strength to her bulky robotic legs. The thighs are smooth-crafted and socket neatly into elegantly crafted joints at her hips.

The 'core' of her body, the torso, is richly dark skin with a flawless feel of silk. Her skin, too, augmented with some form of dermal reinforcement one can feel if they press or touch along her muscles - as if someone has implanted small plates to defend against blows. Despite this, she is obviously fit, sporting a washboard-firm belly and movements of serpentine grace.

Her arms are not any different, mechanical and socketed into her shoulders with bundles of braided cables that flex and move to mimic actual muscles. These limbs are bulky, yet crafted with smooth and graceful lines that telltale of the intent for smooth movements.

Lastly, that face. Graceful features with a slightly wide-set nose that is punctured by multiple golden piercings on either side. A single golden stud forms a labret piercing below her lower lip. Along the upper ridge of her left eyebrow is a thick golden hoop. A golden stud and sapphire jewel pierced into the upper ridge of her left ear.

She speaks with a slightly tinny, robotically enhanced voice that sounds double-throated. If ever seen bare-chested, across her left collarbone is a barcode done in  metallic silvery 'ink'. In similar ink in fine print is the phrase, "E-7 Indra Chirandjivi EOD UCAS", whatever that means! The icon of a banner with a solid silver stripe, maple-leaves and stars set across that stripe placed overtop her left breast.

       

                         ---OOC---

Reds: Scat, vomit, pointless torture, undescriptive lewds.

Yellows: There are none.

Greens: Romance, cuddling, rough play, kissing and degenerate hand-holding. Magic. Cyberpunk! Shadowrun! Guns. Swords. Explosives.

Whites: Detailed impregnation, switch-position relationships, smoking, drinking, fucking. Cum-inflation, pregnant sex. Rough play. Wrestling for position. Men, women, everything in between. Neural-deletion/personality removal. Bimbofication.

Ultraviolet: Rough fucking! Namecalling during sexytimes. Lots of lube and tight fits. Fucking into exhaustion!  Cyberpunk, magi-tech, steampunk, whatever, and how sex is all the better with augmentations! Wink wink, nudge nudge.




























     --Naughty IC bits!--

Probably to no one's surprise here in Sinifer, she sports a rather prodigious equine-styled shaft that definitely belongs on a prize stud and not a hard-bodied cyberneticall-enhanced woman. The sheathe that merges almost flawlessly with her loins has very small writing along it's flanks, "EquiShaft 5000", along with a small barcode and complete with a thick vein that wraps through that tattoo.

The shaft of that cock is obviously a synthetic skin that is glossy, perpetually moist and slick to the touch, and vein-laced along it's eerily rubber-like surface. Thick, hard ridges line the underbelly of the shaft as some form of sub-dermal implant that feels like a "Jacob's Ladder" piercing that even clicks softly when rolled back and forth under that skin.

Despite the bizarre synthetic flesh and flesh-warping by some creative medical professional, the shaft is fully functional and bears a hefty pair of fist-sized spheres that each bear a silvery-inked tattoo of a barcode on the side of each cum-bloated sphere. A small, golden-colored barcode rests on the left sphere of that sac, reading E0W4RD13L along it's bottom. Faint, dainty flourishes wreathe the barcode.