Her eyes have an almond shape, that would be quite nice if she wasn't scowling at you. That's right. Scowling. The fire in her red eyes prompts you to direct your gaze elsewhere lest you stare too long. She's pulled her hair back into a ponytail that is, aside from the right hand side. The right hand side of her head is shaven, short white strands poking out of her scalp. The remainder of her hair is a burning shade of red, that glimmers when it catches the light. Her slender nose is a bit crooked, the result of a playground altercation... or it could have been the attention of one of the adults in her life when she was smaller. Either way the left nostril has a glittering silver stud poking through it. Her teeth are straight, pearly white and hidden behind a pair of pouting purple lips for the most part. You'll have to earn your smiles. Occasionally she'll stick her tongue out at you and flash you a piercing in the process. Her chin and cheekbones both thrust outward, defining the shape of her face as angular. Her pointed ears are small comparative to many others of her species. She's loaded them with an asymmetric mess of piercings. The right ear has several bars through the cartilege and a dangling earring out of the lobe. The left only holds a stud through the lobe.

Her neck is slender, and toned with a little bit of muscle. She's no heavyweight but she definitely doesn't skip gym day either. The ink over her neck and shoulders is of a pair of huge spiders, brooding in their webs. The white-work contrasts with her dark, obsidian flesh. She doesn't wear a top that would cover her shoulders, so she can show off her ink. After all, why pay for it if you hide it? Below her neck she has a pair of strong shoulders, a collarbone that prods out from under her skin and a low cut top. The fabric of the corset top is a shade of deep red, with the look of velvet about it. Her breasts, such as they are, mash together against both the pressure of the top and one another. She isn't stacked as so many Shangrila folk are, but she is most definitely all woman and displaying it to her best. Underneath the top, her squeezed titflesh forces her nipples against the material. A pair of bumps push through the top in rough correspondence to the apparently always hard flesh. Below her small breasts, she has a slender form tight underneath the top. Her arms are lithe and toned, triceps and bicep defined without dominating her form. Her wrists are slender and around her left wrist she wears several bracelets in silver. They clatter a little when she moves her wrist too much can be whenever she's emphasising her remarks. Her right arm is bare of anything except a red string tied around it.

Below her slender belly, her hips and rear flare out. Her widest point is not her shoulders but around her plush thighs and hips. The firm flesh of her pert buttocks pushes out under the black leather pants she's wearing. Each cheek is well defined under the softly straining calfskin. Those tight pants also don't quite give her a proper cameltoe but there's definitely a bulge of flesh from her mound. Whatever juicy pussy that lies beneath them is sadly firmly out of sight for the time being. Below the swell of her gorgeously curvy rear are her taut thighs, the flesh again without an ounce of spare fat. From the knees down she wears a pair of black leather boots that she's laced and tied all the way up to the top of the tongue. The laces in each boot are white, a refreshing contrast against the black on black of the material. The colour also compares favourably to the steel ringlets on the boots and aglets on the laces.