The first thing anyone would notice is the skin-tight layer of clean and near-reflective gloss of black latex that is peeled across the woman's body. Her figure looks fit, firm enough to become an adventurer worthy of a blade. Then there are the hefty breasts snugged within her attire, perky in defiance of gravity. A firm belly with the bare hint of abs, leading down to wide hips that look all too suited for being more of a mother than a warrior.

Despite these curves, the general motif of her "armor", if it could be called such, seems provocative to say the least. Made with the express purpose of drawing the eye while providing the bare hint of steely armor around her shoulders, arms and legs. Extra-tightened diamond-pattern netting squeezes against her skin, straining around her curves, making each breath a contest of drawing it tighter against her breasts and creaking the latex rubber of her bodysuit.

The click-clack of her high heels against stone would signal her approach or departure. When stood still she stands eerily still, posed in a way to arch or position herself in a mild strain as if trying to model her clothing as much as her body. Art students would love to have her as a medium.

With two-tone eyes of lavender hue and golden richness, the centers of these orbs vividly glow with an inner light. Back-lit voids that promise everything to anyone who gazes deeply. Her hair is typically a shortened crop of deep, dark locks with the barest hint of purplish hues blended within.

Around her person is presented an unseen aura that might unnerve those without twisted, debauched and lecherous corruption. The "lady" is a poisoned apple, a sweet and juicy morsel of hemlock-laced candy. One's inner voice would see her and think "beware: sharp objects within" when gazing upon her. Those stupid, unknowing, or morbidly curious might find out just why this primal warning activates the grey-matter within one's brain.

Around her neck dangles a skull amulet, it's mouth opened in a scream and odd tentacle-like growths pour from it's eyes, nostrils and mouth. Purplish ribbons that are cut into thin strips to emulate blood, or some other religious iconography. A chill sets down any noble soul who gazes directly upon it's visage.

This, paired with the greatsword she hefts in one hand when fighting paints the consummate visage of a blackguard who revels in her anti-paladin work.

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This character is created with the express intent of corruption play, bad-endings, and all manner of wicked enjoyments that might never be spoken of in good company. Suffice to say it is easier to list what I will not perform rather than to make an exhaustive list of what I will perform.

No underage, no toilet play, no smegma, no filth, no bestiality, and no turning back once the ride starts.

If you wish a theme song, or some manner of "get in the mood" music to pair with this character? "Four Walls Black" and "Confessions of a Blackheart" by Genitorturers.

































Definitely a Slaaneshi-tier degenerate.