You can hear her long before you catch a glimpse of Ashanna Bravi - her coming heralded by the sharp tones of bells and bangles punctuated by the clack of her silver shod boots. She stands in the doorway - tall and stately and statuesque, a willowy beauty with long, shapely legs and wide, flaring hips, her breasts pert handfuls, perfect on her lithe frame. She gives her waist-length auburn hair a shake, those luxurious curls shining bright as fire when they catch the light, her bells chiming as she swaggers into the Tub proper.
As she walks she sings - countless bells and chimes and charms are braided into her hair, and they make a proper harmony with every step. Her wrists are banded with heavy ebony bangles, polished bright and black, embellished with shining tiger's eyes and scrolling silverwork. A choker of similar make circles her elegant neck. She looks from side to side as she struts, her smiling turquoise eyes falling upon everyone in kind, her full lips perpetually curled in a mischievous smirk. Despite the countless colorful silk swathes and sashes that are draped about her form, you've no trouble partaking in her hourglass figure - her creamy breasts are bound in a tight, black blouse, her corseted (Always affairs of lace and crushed velvet.) body narrows to a thin waist and then blossoming into wide, flaring hips. And those hips sway with every step, her full, firm rump threatening to tear its way from the tight leather breeches stretched across her figure. Too soon she finds a place to sit, and with a huff she settles into the cushions, her legs thrown across an ottoman, a hand coming to rest upon the hilt of a worn shamshir at her side.
She catches your gaze then, and - try as you might - you cannot look away. She arches a slender brow, her fur the same lustrous copper as her hair, and your eyes trail across her sharp features. Her muzzle is short and slightly upturned, ending in nose of black satin. A silver ring pierces the side of her nose, a fine silver chain binding that ring to two other at her ear - her silver flashes bright against her thick red fur. Her lips are full and pouty - lips made for laughing and cursing and smirking and kissing, lips which are irresistible when pursed. She speaks, her voice a sultry purr, "Somethin' caught yer eye, luv?"
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Yer lookin' at the great, bold, an' beautiful - can't forget that one, can we? - Ashanna Bravi, retired Sky Pirate and Adventuress extraordinaire! Retired bein' the key word there - nowadays I'm rather fond 'o relaxing amongst a veritable hoard 'o plush cushions with a bottle 'o rum in my hand... Perhaps some dashin' lad or sweet lass beside me fer company, just so! And while I can't resist a right fierce romp, I'm fond 'o takin' things nice an' slow.
For those with no patience, here's an idea of what to expect! ^^
OOC - Ashanna, being an accomplished Sky Pirate, has come about a vast collection of magical artifacts and potions, each of them more devious and dangerous and deliciously mischevious then the last. The only artifact she wears on he person is her ebon choker - And I warn you! Remove that at your own risk! ^//^