Height: 196 cm
Eyes: Pitch black with purple irises
Skin: pale grey with tiger stripes
Bust: E
Cock: The sinfarian norm- big and thick
Sexual Preferences: Kinky? Violent? Bizarre?
Dom/sub: If you think she subs, lay off the drugs.

The shrouded figure before you stands seems to be leaking thin, dark wisps of smoke from between the creases of her clothing. Often entirely shrouded in her dark garb, one might take her for a beduin of sorts. Of sorts, as the long, sinewy tail protruding from above her curvacious rump seems in nigh constant motion. Another clue that she is not all she seems would be the sensual purr with which she speaks, more that of a concubine than a raider, coupled with voluptous breasts to set a pair of black-tipped peaks upon her hourglass figure.

Lifting one shroud, her pale, ghostly face reveals a set of full, pitch black lips, topped by a pert nose and eyes that resemble a swirling maelstrom of shadow with a small, purple speck of light in their midst.

Lift the second veil, and one would find her skin immaculate, white as a sheet of paper with pitch black, pulsing veins adorning her prominent musculature, from her toned, endless legs to her well-trained eight-pack right up to her prominent arm musculature. The lethal image is only enhanced by the talons that protrude from her fingertips, as dark as the night in their own right, when they are not bathed in the blood of her prey.

As the last veil falls, her dual sexuality would be readily visible to the naked eye. The extremely thick, lengthy member sporting a pallid foreskin, which when pulled back reveals the angry black sword tip, slightly pointed and almost doglike in its own way. That corpulent mass of barely held back brutality seems to constantly pulse with the thick webbing of veins encircling it, as well as, when aroused, a grisly destroyer of vaginal cavities commonly known as "knot". Beneath it, as hairless as the rest of her body, lays a set of thick, fist sized testes, swelling angrily anew every morning and forcing her to seek relief, one way or the other.

Under those fat balls lays a dark little nub, constantly engorged by the rubbing of her own masculine sex upon its resting place, which leaves her femininity in a state of perpetual dampness. Her pucker, however, remains dry and neatly cushioned beneath her toned cheeks, where her tail may have the tendency to deny access, or, if one pushes her buttons, lift like a heated bitch.

Reds: Childlike characters, people who don't know how to act in a party , and scat.
Reds: Rape. (Her default reaction to the typical cues isn't sexual assault. If you want that, it's better to ask directly).