Appearance: A curvy, petite redhead with wild copper curls that tumble around big, soft eyes pouty lips always caught between a smile and a gasp. Shes wrapped in a gleaming brass-and-copper rig, custom-built to protect her but with so many secret hinges and flaps that she's never really safe at all.

Born to velvet and gold in Ambrosia's high halls, Amaiah was the pampered darling of noble gatherings and dusty salons always the pretty young thing perched on someones lap, wide-eyed and naive while the grown-ups plotted and lied around her. But luxury is just a velvet cage, and she slipped the lock herself running away to Crater Town's rust and filth, where every man's hand and every woman's toy found her softer than she'd ever known.

There, she fell in love with trinkets and clockwork each shiny hinge and purring gear a promise that she could be more than just a plaything. The Armoursmith saw her hunger and gave her the gift she never knew she'd beg to lose: a brass-and-copper armor shell that made her untouchable to the city's dirt except he built in dozens of cunning clasps and pivoting plates, so he could peel her open piece by piece whenever the fancy struck him.

The Weapon Smith, not to be outdone, slipped her a tiny flintlock pistol her single fantasy of freedom in a world that always brings her to her knees. And the Healer He kept her clean and pink, each ritual a secret little binding that left her squealing for him again, and again.

One night, three drunken patrons found her cornered all of them bragging about how they owned her soft places. She might've shot them. But four cocks in her face told her the truth: she?d rather squeal than fire.

Now she drifts the Isles of Sinfar cracked alleys and velvet rooms, half Ambrosian doll, half clockwork pet, forever wondering which latch clicks open next.

*Clickety The Betrayal Bot*
Clickety is Amaiah's constant companion, a squat brass-legged golem cobbled together with leftover parts a trapped soul that squeaks with laughter every time it sells her out. It's never strong enough to harm her but it loves to gossip about what's under her armor, who just finished stuffing her, and who might want a cheap taste next. For a penny, it'll brag about which flap pops first.

It?s not loyal. It's not smart. But it's always there to whisper filth in someone's ear if it means Amaiah's squirming in a stranger's lap before dawn.

Greens:
Males, females, the filthier the better as long as someone's got a shiny coin or a clever latch. Bondage, public squeals, rival owners fighting over who gets to flip which flap first. Betrayal. PVE. Quickies in dirty alleys. Clickety squealing her secrets to the highest bidder mid-act.

Reds:
Anything against server rules. Permanent mutilation or death. She's meant to survive and squeal again the doll that never stays clean for long.
If in question always fun to let the dice decide.

Player is tell friendly but English is not my native language and I am learning please be understanding!