The space babe and tourist from far Slovak Space Republic who arrived here via space shuttle to Rotonga station*

“The best fighters are made, not born. The best lovers are spliced, not made.”The raven beauty standing before you resonates with a commanding presence. Her body, toned and seemingly prepared for hardships of war stands before you in attire most alluring. With short-cut hair that bobs with motion, those curls beckon downwards towards her body, with breasts that dangle out of a revealing cut of cloth, their weight bounces with full handfuls, breasts that fill out to just barely G-cup size, free for groping or carressing, their softness just aching for a pair of hands to cusp and squeeze them.

Further down, her smooth body gives way to a taut tummy, only the slightest hint of muscle forms over those hips, curvy and smooth, their heart shape curving outwards and then back inwards, giving way to long, slender thighs that perpetually end in high heels – something Sugar is never seen without in even the most unideal of situations. Whether by choice or by fate, she always has impossibly high heels adorning her feet, never to be removed or undone.

The girl has a wild-eyed look about her, eyes perpetually slightly dilated in a sense of arousal that's nigh on permanent as well,// doing nothing to quell the imagination as to where she may have gained the odd misplaced tooth that besmirches her otherwise pristine smile. Further down along her neck are tell-tale marks and rope burns of where nights of bondage have left their maker's mark upon her creamy white neck. While further down along her body, her thighs have fewer marks upon them of such a permanent nature, but along her thighs are a set of marker notches, every single one denoting a new male who'd emptied their loins inside of this walking relief toy.// those were healed by Master Damien. ;)

Between her legs was nested a clefted set of puffy folds, always at least slightly damp and pushing outwards, never was she to be seen wearing anything like panties or undergarments that would otherwise prevent easy access. While she may wear skirts and the like to provide some small semblance of dignity, all it would take for those moistened folds to be exposed is an upturning hand and a stiff breeze to provide the necessary window of opportunity for any onlookers.


Lights Red: server rules, mutilations, pedo and OOC drama.