Height: More then a hin and less then a human, small enough to make you feel extra powerful but big enough for warm, reassuring weight, speaking of:

Weight: Enough to have a umph with the bounce.

Bust: More then a handful.

Hips: Quite fecund

Lips: Pillowy

Skin: Pale as milk and soft as a butterflies breath.

Rear: Refuses to stop.

Gender: I am Bred

Race: Nonpoltical Satyr

Luc is a satyr, as such, is of fertile and enticing build, her soft frame has plenty of run to it, but the run is the sort of run that's meant to be caught.

She is possessed of a lazy and relaxed manner, Her steps are a swinging roll of her thick hips, clippity clopping along on her clever little hoofs, a laid back sardonically smoldering look in her eyes and a pout on her fat cock pillows.

Her voice is husky as she is, her hair is a tangled curly mane of red, as are the furry spots of her body around hr lower legs to her hooves, her fluffy tail, the small amount of pit hair and the thicket of curly hair around her fragrant fertile feminine mound.

Likes: Smoking, Drinking, Fucking, Her Twin
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTdngAnibgU
notes: Almost impossible to fuck without their twin, and might require a desire heavy enough to not just focus on them over you. Extremely easy to track, girl smells like a teenage girls locker room.
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In this world, revolving...
what song shall you sing?

In the world revolving, I can do anything, anything!
Chaos, chaos how it rings, let us sing!
In the world revolving, I can take anything that you bring!
How fun, oh how fun! Oh soul spun!!

Your very soul, it holds a tune.
Do you know this tune, this tune?
The fate of the stupid world revolves around this tune.
So what tune did you choose?
Is the choice even up to you?