Kara Frost looms like a snow-capped mountain, a 7'5" giant of thick muscle and plush curves. Her fur gleams white with a faint silvery sheen, hugging a body both powerful and soft, massive shoulders, broad chest, heavy breasts, and a round, weighty belly that moves with quiet authority. Her hips are wide, her rear plush and pronounced, her legs thick and sturdy beneath her casual shorts. Every motion is deliberate, grounded, and confident.

She wears a loose tank top stretched over her chest, the fabric clinging just enough to show her strength beneath. Her hair, short and pale, brushed back, catches the light like frost. Ice-blue eyes settle on you, sharp yet calm, her breath cool in the air. She smirks faintly, voice low and smooth:

“Oh, hey there. How’s it going, sweetheart?”