Long curly hair sat atop this small womans head, tresses not the tiny bit straight in their  way of falling to her shoulders, and to frame her face. Having probably broken a wealth of brushes trying to fix her hair to more conventional forms, it seemed she had simply given up in the end. Her hair was of a colour so vibrantly red that it couldn't possibly be real, but who cares, when it went ever so well with her bright green eyes. Her features were pretty in general, but slathered with an amount of makeup that'd bring most to think skank, before they thought princess. Upon the thin bridge of her nose sat a pair of spectacles, square pieces of thin glass as such sitting before green eyes lined heavily with makeup. Whilst most women managed a "Come hither" sort of look with long lashes and altogether sultry eyes, Monique's gaze rather screamed: "Come hither and plow me like a cornfield." Such seemed a consistant theme in both her appearance and her behaviour, an undeniable  sensuality imbedded in each and every subtle movement she made.  

Monique's lips were every bit as full and pouty as pretty lips should be, and she took rather good care of them. Never free from the grace of makeup, they were always painted, and it was usually in a combination of deep red and glistening gloss. Such seemed outright designed to inspire thoughts of kissing, even if the denzians of this realm would most likely think of blowjobs, before they thought of swapping saliva. In short, a combination of soft and vibrant hair, dark and long eyelashes, neatly plucked eyebrows, and sultry lips, ensured she was nothing short of pleasant to look at. The spectacles marred her appearance a bit for those who didn't outright get turned on by seeing aid, but without them she'd be blind as a mole, and they probably served well to keep pretty eyes shielded from the sprays of jizz.

What little wealth she had, she adored displaying and flaunting as much as she could. Her earrings were must usually simple studs, but they appeared to be of the purest gold, and ontop of that, tiny imbedded diamonds sat to rival the sparkle of her eyes. A golden pendant hung suspended from leather rope about her neck. The metal disk was placed so very close to her cleavage, that eyes would undoubtedly fall upon her bust, rather then her jewlery. Speaking of her tits, they were both perfectly round and of delightful size, something bordering a DD cup mostly always trapped in tops so tight and so low cut, that perky boobs could be seen mashed against one another in an enticing, mouthwatering display of cleavage. All in all fit, her tummy was flat, and her wapish waist flared to pleasantly curved and wide hips.

Clearly neat with her appearance, she seldomly went long without a bath. But even so, the pleasant smell of peach which clung to her soft, sunkissed skin couldn't quite overpower an everpresent stench of incense. Those who enjoyed fucking whores, and preferred doing it at Lady Sasha's Silken Palace could recognize the smokey scent wafting about Monique to be the exact same that filled the halls and rooms of the famous, Sinfarien whorehouse. Fond of skirts, and even fonder of the shorter variety of the very same, she made little secret of the fact that her rear end was her most prized possesion. Two buns sat taut and perky atop her thighs, albeit her asscheeks retained enough of a fatty layer to jiggle with pleasant, wavey motion when struck. The globes were nearly always cleaved by a thin strip of fabric, her short skirt ensuring such was readily visible whenever she bent over, or arched her back a bit too much. Arching over the very top of aforementioned buttocks were words branded permanently into her sunkissed skin by way of ink and needle; "Property of Zaibh," the tattoo read in beautiful font.