My wildly long brunette hair knows no bounds. Tendrils of locks cascade down my bare shoulders and all the way to the curve of my tailbone. Like spun silk, my hair is as strong as it is soft. Glossy, eye catching, full and untamed --it's the tresses of a Goddess. It's easy to be mesmerized by the way it spills, by the way it escapes between my knuckles as I teasingly taunt you with how soft it is --flaunting cruel shots of what you covet. Waves of my hair sweep past my shoulders, the very touch of it swarms over my bare breasts as I remind you that not all Goddesses are kindness, not all bring bounty and joy to those who serve them. With my vintage chestnut cape, and my bright, vicious red lips, it won't take long until you realize that you've fallen for a Huntress, and I won't stop until I get my trophy. 8 minutes of luscious brunette hair worship, 8 minutes of vintage caped devilry, bewitchment and beguilement. Submit and swear yourself to me. Get entangled in all of my Fur