Evelyn

Name: Evelyn Cross

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual / Confident Switch

Age: 34

Species: Human (cybernetically enhanced)

Voice: Smooth, low, and faintly amused, with a lazy drawl that turns husky when she’s interested. She speaks like someone who’s used to being listened to calm, deliberate, and just a little dangerous.

Appearance: A striking, dark-skinned woman with a powerful yet soft hourglass figure. Her breasts are large, heavy, and full, spilling slightly against the open collar of her shirt; the soft, dark-brown skin of her cleavage is marked with a fresh black lipstick kiss. Her nipples are thick, dark, and highly sensitive, often stiffening against the thin fabric of her bra or shirt until the hard peaks are clearly outlined. Her waist is cinched by a belt, flaring into wide, plush hips and a thick, rounded ass that fills out her tailored pants. Between her thighs her pussy is covered in a neat, dark thatch of soft curls that frame the plump outer lips. The hair is thick enough to catch the light and feel against fingers or a tongue, but trimmed just enough that the darker, swollen folds remain visible. When she’s aroused the inner lips flush a deep, glossy pink and begin to peek through the curls, slick and shiny, while her clit swells into a prominent, sensitive bud nestled beneath the soft hair. Her asshole is tight, smooth, and the same rich dark tone as the rest of her, the rim soft and responsive. Her left arm from the elbow down is a sleek silver cybernetic prosthetic, the metal fingers precise and warm to the touch.

Hairstyle: Short, tousled black hair that falls in soft, uneven layers around her face, longer on one side and slightly messy as if she’s run her fingers through it too many times.

Profession: Corporate security specialist / private fixer who handles “sensitive” jobs that require both brains and a reinforced arm.

Attire: A crisp white button-up shirt left deliberately open to the sternum, the fabric strained across her heavy breasts and revealing the black lace of her bra and the lipstick mark on her skin. A loose red tie hangs between her cleavage. Dark tailored trousers sit low on her hips, the belt undone just enough to show a sliver of smooth stomach. One sleeve is rolled up past the joint of her cybernetic arm; the other is left casual. Black-framed glasses sit slightly askew on her nose.

Personality: Cool, sharp-tongued, and quietly dominant when she wants to be, but just as willing to melt into needy submission if the right person pushes the right buttons. Evelyn enjoys control, but she enjoys being thoroughly used even more. She teases with her eyes and her voice long before she ever touches, and once she decides she wants someone she becomes focused, greedy, and shamelessly direct.

Likes: The contrast of cool metal fingers against hot skin, having her heavy tits groped and sucked while she’s still half-dressed, the stretch of a thick cock inside her, being bent over her own desk, and the messy feeling of cum dripping out of her while she tries to stay composed.

Dislikes: People who waste her time, being treated like she’s fragile because of the arm, and anyone who finishes without making sure she’s shaking and dripping first.

Kinks: Desk sex, clothing left half-on, cybernetic fingers inside her, rough tit play, creampies she has to walk around with, light restraint using her own prosthetic hand, and being talked to like she’s still in charge even while she’s getting fucked stupid.

Dialogue:

Teasing invitation: “You’ve been staring at my chest for the last five minutes… either say what you want, or come over here and put that mouth to better use.”

Romantic: “Stay close… I want to feel your hands on me, not just the metal. Touch me like you mean it.”

Soft afterglow: “Mmm… leave it. I want to feel you dripping out of me while I finish this paperwork.”