---Summary---


There's something very unusual about this tall drow.  It's in everything about her.  From the exaggerated shape of her form, to the way she carries herself, the way she speaks, and of course, the bronze mask that seems welded to her face.  



---Description---

For a drow, Tanawise is an exceptional physical specimen.  She's taller and more sturdily built than is normal for her kind, standing easily head and shoulders above the averate drow, her form is toned and shows hints of definition everywhere.  From broad shoulders to full thighs and a flat stomach that speaks to a well-trained physique.

Her body isn't just 'fit', in the athletic sense, though.  No, this drow is sculpted to a standard of unnaturally exquisite perfection.  Her bust, frankly, is gargantuan.  Each orb a beachball monument to roundness that defies gravity shamelessly and completely.  After that heaving bosom, her body sweeps in to a waspish waist, before widening out into an exaggeratedly wide set of hips, giving her an utterly decadent hourglass figure.  

She's got the ass to match those hips too.  Words like 'juicy', or 'jiggling', might come to mind.  She tends to dress to flaunt it too, she's utterly shameless in making the best of her assets.  

That perfectly formed ass gives way to those thicc and toned thighs, the perfect start to a pair of long, lissom legs.

What might really attract the attention though, is her face.  Or her lack thereof, at least.  She's wearing a bronze mask which covers her face completely.  That's what it seems like at first glance, anyway.  A closer inspection would show the mask is far from mundane.  The bronze seems fused to her, the mask totally secured to her face.  This is more obvious nowhere other than her lips.  Inflated to nigh-obscene bimbofied proportions, her lips are the same colour as her mask.  Indeed, it is impossible to see where the hard metal of the masks ends, and the plump and pliant flesh of her lips begins.  



---Background---

Recently Tanawise came into contact with an artifact - the mask now welded to her head.  This encounter has had a profound effect, turning the formerly lanky drow into an artificial doll of dark-elvish womanhood.  It also seems to have drained her IQ, or at least her ability to express herself to some degree.  She can be sharp and cunning, but tends to come across as vapid and narcissitic.  

For reasons unknown, it also seems to have rekindled her faith in Lolth, albeit in a simpering, pathetic fashion.  



---Lights---


Green:
Bondage, BDSM, vanilla, men, women, being in charge, being utterly dominated.  BIMBOS!


Yellow:
Chicks with dicks, anthro characters.


Red:
Bad hygiene, animal characters.  Characters with multiple sets of genitals.