~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
| Annabelle Everhart |
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You have decided to take a good, long look at Annabelle to deeply appraise her form. Prepare thine eyes for a feast of superfluous verbage.

Anna stands at an average height for an adult woman of the human variety, fresh faced and visibly young. She has snowy blonde tresses that are cut to a neat length just above her shoulders, though the style doesn't always stay in perfect shape and she sometimes is either twirling a golden lock or laying strayed strands back from her finely featured face. She has a noble set of features, even and symmetrical, finely sculpted like chiselled marble, with a splash of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. Vibrant blue eyes peer back out at the world, observing it in wondrous curiousity or with a patient and loving gaze, while juicy pink lips are drawn to easy smiles.

A slender neckline slopes elegantly to shoulders, bearing averagely muscled arms. She's clearly no stranger to physical activity, but lacks any sort of formidible bulging to her musculature. The same is true of her tummy and legs, both strengthened with exercise, but also tempered in the forge of luxury and over-indulgence. She's a little thick and bouncy, but that just makes her more lovely to cuddle.

What most likely drew your gaze was her chest, and oh lordy is this woman endowed. Each succulent swell is easily as large as her head, filling her outfits to the point of spilling over if they're anything but loose. The twin cushions are perfectly rounded and youthfully perky, but they sit in her attire with a certain weight to the supple milkbags.

Or maybe she's just passing by, and by now you're staring at her ass; two plump, rounded cheeks that jiggle with her steps. Her ripe booty is set on wide hips, giving each cheek a broad bone structure to hang from that lends itself to thick, doughy depths of arseflesh. A finely cushioned derriere, indeed!

There's not much more you can see with her clothes on. She smells nice though, sometimes just washed and othertimes bathed with luxorious oils and aromas. Beyond the natural senses... well, those who were sensitive to such might pin her with alignment towards the positive energy of the celestial planes, projecting a subdued aura of goodness and purity. That aura was like a personal shield, an ethereal aegis that cut through the smog of Sinfars fiendish taint like a hot knife through butter; impenetrable, unyielding and uncorruptable.

// Phew. Well, hope that gives you a good idea what you're looking at. I'll get to a thorough lights list later, but for now, consider everything is green except a few choice undesirables such as gore, vore and scat.