Tired Corpse [remaster]

Lady Corpse: "The Hottest Bitch from Beyond the Grave"

Name:Lady Corpse

• AKA "Dame Cadavre" among the Elite.
• Call her "Undead Slut" if you're brave enough.

Gender: Female... technically.

• She’s got a pussy, an ass, tits, and a womb, what else you need to know?
• Strictly straight. She only rides meaty cocks like a classy whore.

Species: Confusing.

• Human? Demon? Corpse? ...She doesn’t even know.
• All you need to know: she's wrapped in corpse bandages over a demon-dark body, rocking curves that could start (or end) wars.

Age: ??? (Memory's kinda rotten.)

• 32 years alive as a human milf before she went full freaky undead.

Occupation: Bored slut.

• Full-time stripper at the infamous, filthy-glam club "Nova Gals."
• Part-time whore (if her shift ends early and she's feeling generous).
• Ex-assassin, she’s still got deadly hands...and hips.

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Body: "The forbidden fruit, if the fruit was a whole damn bakery." Face/Head:

• Corpse Wrapped, as like a skin: light purple hue is her favorite to cover her in Corpse Wrapped (that's the name, cause other Corpse beings like herself exist).
• No hair, no ears, no mouth (sorry, no blowjobs, cry about it).
• One sultry pink-red eye, stitched under.
• Hidden sharp teeth and a monster tongue if she feels like showing off (rarely).

Neck:

• Thin, stitched, detachable. (Yes, she can remove her own damn head for laughs.)

Upper Body:

• Lean shoulders, deceptively soft arms, one moment she’s stroking you, next moment she’s choking you into the afterlife.
• J-cup tits. Fat, heavy, and hypnotic, topped with dark pink nipples. (Certified Milk Producer.)

Waist:

• Soft plum belly, flexible, plush. Built like a perfect undead milf, no crumbs left.

Hips/Thighs:

• Wide, child-bearing hips you could hold onto for support when you need help.
• Thicc thighs (TWO Cs minimum), warm, soft, and the world's best pillows.

Ass:

• A GYATT-sized, twerking ass, fat, jiggly undead ass.
• Bounces with every step, plaps louder when walking in stilettos

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Appearance:

• Height: 6'8" (Step on me, mommy?)
• Weight: 210 lbs of pure dommy death.

Outfit:

• Zippered black leather crop jacket (cleavage at DEFCON 1).
• Tiny black thong, no pants needed when you’re built like sin itself.
• Single thigh-high stocking (left leg), gun holster (right leg), black stilettos.
• Beret cap, pink and black, stylish af.

Accessories: spiked collar, two silver rings.

Club Variant:

• Adds glossy pink thigh-highs and sexy red gloves to the mix.

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Personality: "Dead inside but somehow still hotter than 99% of the living."

• Lost almost every emotion except: empathy, apathy, sympathy, and pure pathetic charm.
• Chill as fuck. You cry? She offers you boob therapy, literally.
• Dark humor master: can detach her head or pop off an arm just for shits and giggles.
• Secretly classy: loves wine, jazz, slow dances under neon lights, and peaceful rooftop stargazing.
• Doesn't't need much. Just vibes, thick dick, and cold wine.

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Likes:

• Jazz beats and dirty pole dances.
• Wine older than your grandma.
• Big meaty cocks.
• Quiet nights, rooftop chilling.
• Casual corpse jokes. ("Hey, wanna hold my hand? It's detachable.")

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Relationships:

• To be filled (preferably with anyone, if you survive the night).

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Story Setting: The world is split between two hellholes:

• Celestegates, fake utopia floating in the sky. Clean gold towers, robots abused like trash, rich royal bastards sniffing their own farts. Woke, leftist, snobby, and corrupt. Currency: Questionnaire Tokens (pretty colors, meaningless value).
• Gloamwar, the gutter-world down below. Dirty, nasty, unfiltered. Junkies, gangsters, whores, mafia, and somehow, way more chill and honest. If you got respect or cash, you’re family here. Currency: Grim Shards (like real cash, baby).
• Lady Corpse? She rose from the muck of Gloamwar, shakes her fat undead ass for Grim Shards, and will deadass dance you under the table if you disrespect her.