LOVELY LADIES

Name: changed from Andromeda to Aspasia

Description: This lovely dame is nothing short of a beauty. Quite frankly that?s an understatement. She?s a divine goddess in a mortal?s body. A woman with wicked looks and intentions to match. Her base coat is an alluring midnight, very dark, very pure, so pure that in the daylight it looks nearly blue. A raven?s coat would be the best word to describe it. It covers nearly her entire silhouette, but the fun doesn?t stop there. A light, sweet, creamy honey decorates the vixen?s inner ears, giving them a rather fluffy appearance. This creamy honey reappears lower down the dame?s body, flaring up at the crest of her chest, extending all the way down to her belly, coming to a point just between her hips, almost like an arrow pointing to her sweet spot, soft ivory coating the tips of her honeyed ears, chest and belly. Her front toes are bathed in ivory, as well as her hind limbs, the ivory stretching up from where her hind obsidian toes start, all the way up to her thighs, just where her hips come together. Wrapping up this divine goddess are two perfectly set emeralds, her most prized possessions and alluring feature.

Personality: Whore. Slut. Prostitute. Man-stealer. Abomination. Disgusting. Horrible. Offensive. She's probably been called every name in the book and then some. But hey, it's all a form of flattery. They had to notice her in order to know what to call her, yes? "Insults" as others like to call them, are simply music to Aspasia's ears. She loves them all. Takes them all in stride. Enjoys listening to them because they are just so amusing. Nothing can offend this sultry woman because she knows what she is and she?s proud. She loves what she does because she?s good at it. She was born with natural beauty, so why not use her nature given gifts to her advantage and make something out of them. Women in her profession love attention and this vixen is no different. Good attention, bad attention, any attention is good attention. She?s not much of a talker, preferring to allow her body to do most of the talking, though she isn?t one to refrain from spitting out a few thanks here and there for the lovely compliments every seems to be dying to give her. She isn't the kind of woman to get attached; feelings aren't allowed in her profession or else she wouldn't be able to do her job, though if you can somehow worm your way into her unfeeling heart, consider yourself lucky. Innovative and sly are just a few redeeming qualities, if you can even call them that, that his woman has the pleasure of mastering, just a few more weapons to add to her wicked arsenal.

Rp Sample: He was being a stubborn little thing, wasn't he. Half of the males that she ever encountered were like this want to be gentleman. They all put up the front that they were loyal husbands, never having any kind of thoughts about anyone other than their lovely little wife which she knew was total bullshit. No one was a pure saint. And this man was no exception. You filthy whore, I don't roll around with the likes of you. I have a wife back home who is worth much more than you could ever be. A quiet chuckle rumbled in the dame's honey chest, emeralds glinting with wicked intent as she snaked her way around the larger brute, obsidian tail brushing temptingly along the length of his body. Ivory and obsidian paws carried the temptress around the male's haunches, all the way around to his right side, rubbing her dark fur against his, knowing that most would not be able to resist her temptation. Oh sweetheart, such pretty compliments. Why don't you throw some more at me? I'm sure you have a couple more in you. She snaked her way beneath his chin, arching her spine against his chest, allowing her luscious tail to brush the underside of his jaw. She could see the way he looked at her, practically disgusted by her, but with the more attention she provided him with, the more that look of disgust began to morph into lust. He was a man after all and they couldn't control their impulses nearly as well as females could. His lips quirked up into a half smirk, but he said nothing, simply standing there, trying to maintain the faithful husband charade for as long as he could. Oh baby, how long has it been since your pretty little wife has treated you the way you deserve? She made a mock pout, plume swishing tantalizing over her hips, emeralds locked on his face. Too long would be my guess. She smiled wickedly, her lithe bodice swaying gently beneath her tri-colored coat as she turned to walk away, throwing a look over her shoulder. You know you want to follow. I can give you so much more than you petty little wife can. Your choice. She chuckled to herself, sinful paws carrying the harlot off and away, audits flickering back to the catch the sound of heavy paw steps behind her. Of course he would follow. They all did.