Kingfisher

More character doodles of fantasy brothel workers. For this one, I wanted a woman who was part kingfisher, but not in the anthro sense--instead she's got a kind of living headdress on. I wanted to have the masklike bit have expressive, animate eyes, but be sufficiently offset from where human eyes are that it's obvious that the mask itself is alive, and holds as much expression as the mouth.

I have no idea whether it works or not, but it was an interesting idea to doodle around with, anyway.

Kingfisher was a relatively ordinary young woman, when she accidentally took half a curse up'side t' head. (There was an incident with a cross-eyed snarl-witch and the laundry.) The curse was supposed to turn her into a kingfisher, but since she only caught half of it, she wound up as you see here. As with many curses, it can only be broken by the kiss of her One True Love, (or possibly by the kiss of her One-Half True Love, however that works.)

Being a practical sort, Kingfisher decided to maximize the potential for curse-breakage by arranging for a profession where she came into intimate contact with as many men as possible--ergo, she became a prostitute at the busiest supernatural whorehouse around. The curse hasn't broken yet, although not for want of trying. She specializes in erotic yo-yo. Her skill in this field is unparalleled, although admittedly, we know of no competition, and please don't ask us to explain the appeal.