Dark-eyed and suspicious, this young girl appearing to be about 19 years old has a way about her that is as playful as it is shifty.  Light footed and light humoured, her presence is inherently untrustworthy; but in a way that says 'come closer', and whose duplicity is sensual rather than violent.

Esme was always trouble, arriving in Sinfar some months ago to ply her twin trades of thief and whore.  She did not, however, arrive in the form that she now takes: plainly demonic.  Observe her for a few minutes and it becomes clear that certain features and adornments to her body come newly to her, almost awkwardly.  The spaded, skin-coloured tail that trails the base of her spine as she walks; the long, almost pointy ears that curve and droop slightly at the top, perhaps denoting a status of servility to whichever demon had changed her form; the horns that run along the curve of her skull, lengthy and perfect for grabbing hold of.  The once green eyes that had recently turned a smouldering red.

Then there was the overt sexuality of her appearance.  When she had first arrived in Sinfar, Esme was darkly pretty, but skinny in an almost malnourished way.  She remains the small 5 feet tall that she was before, but where she was bony and girlish before she is now womanly and voluptuous.  Her breasts, formerly small, have swelled to delightful mountains of gorgeous flesh; and some of that curve is pressed out by the glands of sweet milk that she now frequently produces.   Her hips have flared out wide, accompanying now generously thick curves of her butt, heart-shaped and full.  In general, her form is much healthier than before, with more defined muscles in her stomach and arms, and with strong, thick thighs that accentuate the roundness of her hips.

It is unclear if her transformation is complete, or if this is merely a state of change in which she is gradually being molded into the paradigm of demonic harlot.  Despite the confidence and power she gains from her corruption, she is evidently still struggling to determine her new place in the world - for her personality is certainly wrangling with this renewed body of hers. She had been a slave, but had at some point been neglected enough by her master that she removed her collar and made her own life.  But still trapped in the dripping lust that she now spends much of her time in pursuit of sating.

Before being selected to be turned into a wanton demon slave, Esme was defined by a shiftier, more shy character moulded by a tumultous past that grew far bigger than her humble rural roots (she still retains an almost Scottish accent). Something of a radical, she somehow managed to get herself caught up in a peasant rebellion at the age of 16, leaving her village and taking part in a two-year rampage of theft and arson that awoke in her an insatiable love for waging class war on those above her.  When the leaders were found and executed, Esme bargained for her life by offering sexual favours to a powerful aristocrat, for whom she discovered the utmost fondness even as she plotted her escape, and even as he coerced her into several months of intense submission to him and his friends.

Eventually she did escape, but Esme is loath to talk about the intervening year, of witchery and murder.  All that is known for certain is that she made it to Sinfar without a penny to her name, and quickly set herself to work as a whore and a thief, causing trouble while trying to make as little as possible for herself.  She was never the most entrepreneurial spirit alive, tending only to put herself to work when she's desperate for a meal.  This allowed her plenty of time to explore her hobbies of drinking, smoking, and finding interesting drugs to put her brain through - for the first few months.  

What Esme hadn't bargained for was that she had further to descend.  Sinifer is not a safe city for a troubled soul with no limits and no future - it corrupts even those who had already fallen, or perhaps especially, and she is being corrupted by it more every day.  The bizarre sexual encounters of the place would be enough by themselves to warp the mind somewhat, but finding herself an object of interest for so many demons, devils, monsters and nefarious vagabonds of various sorts, she began to descend into a trickier situation than mere poverty.

The demons and monsters she serviced as a mere human started to warp her mind, cause her addictions and obsessions that would have given her more custom, if only she hadn't started to forget charging people for her services.  The shift from whore to slut in this wicked place was only the start of it, as one demon she frequented offered her the chance to own her depravity rather than be owned by it.  It is impossible to say whether she seized an opportunity or caved to temptation - probably a little of both - but either way, the gradual loss of her identity as a dissident and a radical changed from something she feared to something she embraced.  That isn't to say that she has a new conception of authority as decent - she remains a fundamentally chaotic being - but her urge for justice has receded and been replaced with an urge for freedom that is darker, more unkind, and, in her view, simply more fun.

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Reds: Scat, pee, death, dismemberment, horrible nasty torture

Yellows: Pregnancy, breeding, body modification, beast, vanilla

Green: Bondage, kidnap, rape, prostitition, quickies with strangers, forced orgasm, males, females, mind control, anal, magic, corruption, spanking, demons, witches, partially clothed sex

Whites: Heavy bondage, multiple insertions, cum inflation, machines, tentacles, shemales, drugs, forced prostitution, addiction, strangers walking up behind her and just taking her on the spot, suspension, arachnids

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