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: Goat Stimulator

Race: Social 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, meaty lady cock and fuzzy fat nuts.

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 after the football team visited them locker room.
https://www.f-list.net/c/somesluttysatyrs
soon...
It all comes to an end...
Whether you defend,
or even just pretend...

...it doesn't end.

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