Penelope Rosethorn

Full kissable red lips as ripe as sweet red cherries concealing her set of gleaming white teeth and soft pink tongue that occasionally brushed over such a pretty little mouth.

Smokey outlined eyes of bright feline green alternately gaze upon the world or half close in hedonistic appreciation of the comforts in which she indulges.

Even when hair is drawn back into a ponytail her delectable features remain framed by a silken cascade of deepest midnight that serves to accentuate her finely sculpted and unblemished visage.

Rather petite by some standards but with the delightful muscle tone of a gymnast hinted just below the surface. Her delightful pair of teardrop-shaped double d breasts leading down to a taut and flat tummy while her choice of heels frequently serves to raise and emphasize the sculpted curve of her backside and the hips that make up the other half of her understated hourglass figure.

Often clad in tightly-laced corsets or form-gripping latex fetish paraphernalia at other times found in the most formal and expensive gowns suitable for sweeping across any ballroom floor.