Race: Brachina
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3
orientation: Pansexual

Before you stands an all too familiar sight in the land of Sinfar. A woman, shaped to absolute perfection. Every inch of her flesh was smooth, and hairless. Every curve of her form was precisely calculated, crafted in 'just' such a way as to draw the eye. Before you stood a Brachina.

Crimson hair spilled down her shoulders, and a thin tail would often be seen giving idle flicks as motel-gold irises drifted about the streets. Lyndis was indeed a sight to behold, from the generous swell of her breasts, to the toned curve of her rear, garbed by what ever clothing she deemed fitting at the time. A healthy C-cup rested within the confines of her clothing, occasionally resting free if one were lucky enough. Within each of the nipples that capped those soft mounds of flesh was a barbell, small, and silvered in its sheen. The only other piece of jewlery to adorn her flesh was a small, ruby-tipped stud that pierced her clit, resting at the apex of those hairless lips.

Despite these accessories of hers, no ink marred her skin, not a tattoo to be seen. Indeed, that smooth, unmarked flesh radiated a constant, pleasant warmth from it, like someone fresh from beneath the blankets on a cool winter night.

If all of the visual delights were not enough, a scent would follow the woman everywhere she went. What scent was that, you might ask? What ever was most pleasing to the one it reached. Was it cinnamon for you? Vanilla? Perhaps lavender? The pheromones seemed to accomodate any who's senses were assailed.

Along with all of the physical properties that made this creature appealing, she carried herself with a sort of confidence that was difficult not to appreciate. She was always prepared to adapt, and portray what ever qualities her intended target desired most. Was she to be needy, reliant, for the one who wished to provide? Or perhaps strong, controlling, taking what she desired from them? What is it you would seek from this visage of sex, and power? She would 'love' to know...

Reds: Scat, Vore, Vomit.

Greens: Essentially everything else. Send md a tell if you're unsure. I don't bite.