You see standing before you a young, anthropomorphic vixen.  Soft
fluffy fur envelops what of her you can see, bold red 'most
everywhere, except for splashes of bright white on her front and
tailtip, and black on her feet and hands.
She is currently clad in a stretchy, yellow-brown sweater, which
fits snug against her form, curving around her firm, not overly
large, but definitely vixenish breasts, and down across her flat
tummy, to end just past her trim waist.  She is also wearing
a pair of close denim shorts, fitting tightly around her rounded
hips and backside.  The shorts end just above the knee, leaving
the rest of her legs clad only in her soft fur to the tips of
her bare toes.  A big, bushy foxtail pokes out a carefully
crafted hole in the shorts, flicking and swaying happily.
Sheema's ears flick slightly and swivel to face you, and a
friendly smile comes to her muzzle.  Turning to meet your gaze,
her greenish eyes sparkle as she tosses you a friendly wink
and a nod.