The world of fetishes and magic are, sometimes, a favorable thing. Vinny managed to luck into a few people who knew quite a bit of charades, and with some luck, discussion, and awkward misunderstandings, Vinny was sent off in search of both a circlet of thought and a rubber bondage suit, since her passive acidity doesn't eat through rubber.

Now able to quite literally pour her body into a suit made for a woman who likely made whoever was intended to see it very happy, Vinny is able to finally speak her mind and get to attempt seduction without pantomime and hopeful suggestions.

Her height is variable, her coloration usually green, to see her suited Vinny would look like an over exaggerated nearly cartoonish figure of a woman. Her wide, rippling ass would give way to thick, rolling thighs, and her dripping, bouncing breasts would proudly bounce, wobble, and sway even when not moving. Vinn when garbed usually had a pair of black rubber gloves poured into her arms, of course, she couldn't really pick up or move much, but she could touch things without them just passing into herself, and her body may be squishy to the point you could squeeze her hard enough to separate her, but she could do things like sit down! When her fetish suit wasn't worn, it was usually simply stored inside of her body, rolled up and wrapped around her core.

Propped up by several vacules, a tiny crown usually floats popping halfway out of the twitching tangled mass of tendrils she uses for hair(eating), this tiny little thing, a bit pitted by acid, allows her to project her voice. Vinny's voice has a deep bough to it, a rolling sultry tone that would bring to mind someone that had lived a longtime in a city, and her lips did tend to move when she was speaking. Vinn of course can't produce any actual sound, other then a rhythmic sloshing or squishing sound she often made, and if unable to connect with a psychic hello, would be effectively mute. The crown does just broadcast in her area, so anyone who wanted to hear it would just..hear it. She can lower the volume, as it where, by restricting the radius. Attempts to actually try to read Vinn's mind via magic would reveal it to be a jumble of tangled memories and thoughts so intermixed and intermingled as to be almost frightening, however these screaming carcophanies locked within a mitochondrial dna strand translated to thought was a mystery best left unexplained. Because it'd be boring. She's a blob lady in fetish gear, whaddya want?

Vinn can fit through anything big enough to accommodate her nucleus, a small heart shaped organelle that glows slightly usually located somewhere in what would likely be her butt, though it drifts into her arms, head, 'legs' or just about anywhere else.

Vinn is usually about 100f exactly, changes colors periodically dependent on diet, as well as shape and size, and avoids the cold. She tends to swell up in the rain so usually will leave rainy situations.

Vinn smells strongly of oranges, and should you want to particularly push something into her has a consistency of roughly aspic or sillica gel, and would tingle greatly upon entry.

She doesn't leave behind puddles or anything, though carpet she passes over will likely get small amounts of her stuck all over it, and tends to actually just partially absorb herself over furniture because sitting isn't something she can do to easily, her bulk is quite heavy and liquid so most normal structures don't meet her needs.

If you're planning on trying to get intimate with her, note that all the things a goo girl is about pertain to her, and vinn if encountering another goo girl she touches, will do what goo's do and attempt to just meld her core with them.