Ah, Sinfar. Land of misfits and masochists alike. Which one is she? Does it matter? Either way, Makaeva was sure to find herself right at home in this wonderful world of debauchery and sin.

Standing at a measly height of four feet and singular inch tall, Makaeva was doomed to a life of strained necks and aching backs ? forever cursed with having to look up at nearly everyone she might meet in life. To combat this woeful affliction, she claimed a certain proclivity towards wearing the most lavish and expensive boots she could find. Naturally, years of practiced boot-wearing lead to a rather well sculpted set of thighs, and an equally impressive behind.

The half-breed was so much more than a nice rump, however. A delightful mess of naturally curvy, flaxen locks framed a demure visage to near perfection. Somehow, no matter how often it was combed, washed, or ironed, the silky abundance held to it a perpetual frizz. There was no taming this mop, surely not even with the most expensive hair-care conceivable. Beneath the frame of her hair, Makaeva sported a rather lovely set of features. A petite nose did its best to hold aloft a pair of vision-correcting lenses. Lenses which themselves had a tenancy to disguise the stormy radiance of a pair of rather uniquely amber colored irises. Lastly, try as she might, there was no dismissing the rather prominent horn jutting out rather awkwardly from just above the bridge of her nose. Those knowing of dragons and their ilk might note that the smooth-filed protrusion was likely that of a blue dragon.

Aside from the horn affixed to her visage, Makaeva sported a few other rather modest notes to her heritage. Sprouting one from either shoulder blade were a pair of shockingly diminutive wings. Though they bore the same featuring as a full-blooded dragon, their laughably petite size rendered them useless as anything more than a fashion statement. Beyond this, under certain lighting an observer might just note a certain degree of luster to the woman's figure as near every inch of her body lay claim to a fine layering of translucent scales. Only with a trick of the light would they show themselves leaving her to appear as though wearing glitter filled body makeup to accentuate her rather curvaceous figure.

And what a delightful figure it was! Full, lush, and plump were only a few of the words that could describe the luscious nature of her delectable form. Her chest found itself perhaps too full for its own good as a pair of dangerously heavy GG cup breasts rest against her figure with abnormally little droop. The vibrance of youth was kind to the plush woman, keeping those lofty tits wonderfully pert and perky. Looking only slightly lower showed off a rather plump little tummy. Not full enough to possess rolls or the like, but thick enough to deny any true muscular definition. She was lush, thick, and positively curvy in the best ways imaginable.