<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Clare<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>Unknown<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Role:</span>Free roam, maybe more.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species:</span>Succubi/Demoness<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Prefs:</span><span style="text-decoration: underline">Sex:</span>Females, Herms, Shemales and the rare girly/cute male.<span style="text-decoration: underline">Vore:</span>Soft Oral, Cock, Anal, Absorption, Soul, Prefs females, shemales, herms and the rare cute, males are usual just food to her, I.E they don't live but a cute or girly male might live and 85% of what she vores, she fucks first.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Small Description:</span>Clare is a well endowed, shemale, (Female with a cock and balls but no pussy) with a large thick, fit, curves in all the right places figure, standing at around 9 foot tall, with soft fair skin, dark blood red hair and red demonic cat like eyes, large perfect F cup breasts and a massive long juicy cock, Clare wears nearly nothing apart from a open demonic long black and red trim gothic hooted trench coat with small metal chains hanging about, underneath she only wears a bra black with some red trim made out of rubber like material and metal in the shape of demon wings cupping each of her beautiful bountiful breasts, around her hips she wears panties that accentuates the round soft plush mounds of her ass cheeks, made out of the same materials and same design as her bra, a long thin black with red trimd cloth drapes over her bulging crotch, dangling between her legs, doing little to hide the fat meaty member behind the cage that is her panties, held up by a string of chains that wrap around her lush hips, resting on her long thick prehensile demon tail, its tip ending in a spade, she wears nothing on her feet apart from a small charm wrapped around her ankle, around her neck is a black leather stringed necklace with a slightly large red gem hanging from it, look close enough and you'd swear to see it glow and see lighter shades of red swirl with in it, perhaps souls?<br/><br/>Clare sat quietly resting her demonic eyes in a dimly lit tavern, sitting in the darkest corner she could find, shrouded in darkness, only the red gem hanging from her neck gave off a faint glow dimly lighting up her large frame that barely fit in the chair built into the building's wall and floor she sat upon, the table in front of her covered in empty glasses that once held ale, cups the size of an average full grown human male's head, a waitress no where to be seen but an empty outfit one such waitress would of worn laying on the seat beside the resting Clare.