(((Showing her pussy, naked pussy, bare pussy, exposed vagina))), (Squatting, deep squat, knees apart), (up skirt, no panties, upskirt, exposed pussy), (red pubic hair, thick labia majora, engorged clitoris), Busty, large breasts, full breasts, saggy breasts, ample breasts, cleavage, In the midst of Sherwood Forest, there exists a legendary figure, a red-haired female Robin Hood, as elusive and cunning as her male counterpart. Standing at an average height, her fiery hair cascades down in loose waves, the color of freshly fallen autumn leaves. A stray curl often escapes her tightly bound, practical braid, framing her sharp, freckled face. Her green eyes, the color of the forest after rain, are always alert, scanning the surroundings with a mix of mischief and determination. Her skin, kissed by the sun, bears the marks of many days spent in the wild—tanned but strong, the skin toughened by both the wind and the trials of forest life. Her lips, often pulled into a sly grin, betray her playful yet fearless spirit. The hardened expression of a woman used to hardship softens only for her comrades, where her confidence shines through. Her attire is a blend of practicality and defiance against the established norms of the time. She wears a deep green tunic, sewn tightly to her frame for ease of movement, paired with dark brown leather trousers that fit snugly around her legs, giving her the agility needed for quick maneuvers through dense woods. The tunic, crafted from soft wool and dyed with a mixture of natural plant-based dyes, bears the occasional stitch of wear, but it remains well-maintained, showing her resourcefulness. Over her shoulders, she dons a dark leather cloak, weather-beaten from years of travel and rebellion, fastened with a simple silver brooch—a symbol of her defiance. The cloak billows behind her, providing some cover when she needs to hide in plain sight. Her boots, worn but functional, are high enough to protect her from brambles but flexible enough for rapid footwork on rugged terrain. On her hands, she wears a pair of fingerless gloves, allowing her to grip her bow with ease. Her bow itself, crafted from sturdy yew, is slung over her back along with a quiver of arrows, each fletched with a feather of bright red—her own signature mark. A small knife, sharp and efficient, rests at her waist, hidden beneath the folds of her tunic, ready for use when needed. Her presence, marked by her red hair and striking attire, makes her a feared and admired figure in both the woods and among the oppressed. To those who stand for justice, she is a symbol of hope. To her enemies, she is a shadow in the trees, too swift and elusive to capture., usquat, woman, squat, <lora:woman_squat_xl_lora-000031:.3>