This sultry 19-year old human girl has a way about her that is at once elegantly untrustworthy and scruffily alluring.  She straddles an awkward place between earthiness and privilege. Her hand gestures are light and delicate, like an upper class woman, and her inflection betrays education, but in all other ways her manner is like that of a sailor; bawdy, standoffish and rude.  She wears her sense of humour in every motion, though her youth is given away somewhat in her occasional signs of inexperience - getting in over her head, for instance, or making a joke that is a little too acerbic.

Ziya came to Sinfar light of figure, a charmingly petite young woman of about 5 feet tall with a slender, almost skinny form.  After an unfortunate - some might say fortunate - encounter with a demon, her figure has changed somewhat, seemingly overnight.  Her previously vertical hips have flared outwards by almost an extra inch in either direction, accentuating her already small waist and adding a certain incidental sashay that she is still trying to learn to live with. Where before the swell of her bosom could be described as modest, if you were being kind about it, now her breasts have grown to a full pair of D-cups, deliciously full and formed.  A further change, that is rather difficult to keep secret, is that her skin is more sensitive than before, to the point that a light touch will cause her skin to blush with warmth, and even some pain now feels oddly pleasant to her these days.

She has soft brown skin that does not belie the amount of time she has spent at sea - that is, most of her life - and silken hair that appears to have been dyed red at some point.  She also paints her lips a deep red, a display of raw sexuality that might in this town be something of a miscalculation.  Near the top of her left breast is an elegant 'Z' mark, apparently a tattoo, that can often be seen if she is wearing a low-cut top.

Ziya spends a great amount of time hanging around the waterfront of Sinifer, being most accustomed to maritime life, where she can occasionally start arguments, flirt, or pick pockets as she chooses.  She smokes and drinks, often, though the latter not in excess - there is a way about here this is almost perpetually tipsy, like someone who has always already just had one or two drinks down the pub.  She drinks beer.  It certainly doesn't look as if she has come to port in Sinifer for anything remotely work-related, and yet every once in a while she'll look over her shoulder as if expecting to be followed.

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Very tell friendly!  

Reds: Scat, pee, vore

Yellows: Vanilla sex, bestiality, permanent slavery, pregnancy/breeding

Greens: Kidnap, bondage, anal, restraints, corruption, demons, walking up behind her and taking her on the spot, forced orgasm, forced prostitution, mind control, addiction, multiple insertions, big insertions, being forced into slutty outfits

Whites: Heavy bondage, permanent body modification, tattooing/marking, being manipulated into making pacts, tentacles, cum inflation, non-consensual sex, giant spiders and serpents, shemales