A great she-ogre; large, brutish, and packing enough she meat to split all but the most cavernous of orifices in two.

The skin of most ogres is of a leathery texture, and a pallor that would be unnatural on one of the "civilized" races, and this one is no different.
 Garbed in rags that offer the barest of covering, the more feminine aspects of this brute are immediately apparent.




 Ogres are brutish, savage things, and sexually they follow those trends.  They take what they want by force from smaller, weaker things, only bargaining when presented by stronger foes