You see a young woman with supple bronze skin and tired eyes so bright brown they're almost an orange color. Her features are somewhat severe, with a prominent nose and heavier browline, accentuating the bags under her eyes  and offering a nearly masculine counterpoint to her nearly elven figure. She smells of rotting flowers, sweet and musky and not-at-all unpleasant, almost citrusy on the air around her, like carnations, vanilla, and lavender left in the wet for too long. This scent masks less pleasant ones - possum musk, from her companion Poppy the dire possum, and, quite subtly... spider, and ozone.

Daviren-Eido-Dugal, literally "Talks-To-Strangers" in her language, usually goes by Davi. She stands five feet tall, looks to weigh about a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and her ashen bronze skin is the pale of someone who doesn't get enough sun.

And she has a terrible secret.

[Green Light - Yes please!]
Semi-con, Anthro/Furry, exotic lovers, unrealism via potions / magic (why be normal?) and magic in the bedroom in general (from a simple size enhancing spell or elasticity spell to give a bit more space to fit, to something more extreme likefull-on transformation or odder stuff, I'm probably into it), long-term / ongoing / relationship roleplay scenarios, odd rituals, weird stuff, I'm into it!

[Red Lights - No way!]
Gore / Blood / Scat / Death / Urine (Something something no way. I consider these repulsive in a bedroom setting, and generally icky otherwise), Ageplay (something something something wild horses, something something red hot poker)