A winter fox, skin pale and without blemish. An arctic mane wildly rolls down past her shoulders, framing her perpetually pouting features. This expression was no delicate thing but a sharpened snarl smoothed into elegance, the resting mask of a beast hiding fangs behind lips. Her eyes were frozen crystals, each accented beneath with a lucent line of gems beneath.

Sapphic, Breathplay, Roughness, Aftercare, Topping

All genders and sexes, Bottoming, Vanilla, BDSM-lite, Countless other things

Scat, Rape, anything against the rules