Tiefling assasin

You salute your companions with a wryly pleased grin on your now crimson lips, running an ever so slightly claw nailed finger experimentally down the single spiralling ivory horn that juts incongruously from your left temple.

Odd. You can feel that. These VR helms really make things seem real. Oddly you are feeling very real sensation through a part of you that doesn’t exist. Unreal. You blink and consider your breasts and your grin widens, teeth gleaming sharp. You rock your shoulders and the physics engine gifts you with a very real jiggling breast sensation accompanied by a decided crinkling of erect nipples against taut leather. It looked real but it felt even realer. The little tingle between your legs was not quite familiar. The changes there seemed to be beyond ultra realistic. This games VR rocked. No disappointingly distracting uncanny valleys between breasts or thighs that was for sure!

“Putting the ass in teifling assassin…” you quip as you clench leather clad ass cheeks and your tail coils. Yeah, that was a woman’s ass… but also a tail?!

“I’m a luck and dexterity based fighter,” you explained. Hell even your voice was rich and melodically cultured.

“That high class voice is at odds with your low class attire…” your towering orc friend observed mildly.

“Kettles and pots… at least I’m dressed!” you reply. The lone left horn itself emerged in a wild spiral from an albino white birth mark that dipped from your hairline down through your white lashes left brow, right through your white left eye to end on your angular left cheek. Your burning red right eye, slitted catlike, smouldering beneath an asymmetrically cut bob of vibrant jet black hair with angry ruby highlights.

You were a crimson skinned Teifling assassin, perfect for a fantasy setting in your busty black leather corset, magic imbued collar and bandolier of throwing daggers. Wide hipped, small breasted, supple, lean and deadly.

“You a unicorn?” Chris joked at your single horn.

“I lost the other one. My backstory is a sordid tale of woe and sexual angst…” you replied vaguely. You hadn’t actually bothered with a backstory. But there was no time like the present to think one up…

“Do tell!” They laughed, good naturedly. “The tale of how you lost your horn forever!” The crows comment was thick with innuendo.

“Later. In the tavern…” you waved off. Whatever. You liked women with asymmetrical hair cuts and a single horn and chimeric albinism on one side of your face were thematically similar, accentuating your faces femininity in a unique way. You hoped.