cynthia · pokemon · high heels · rifle · flirtatious · motherly · gun fetish · elegant · deadly · pampered
The heavy oak doors of the mansion loom over you, who stirs on a plush pile of furs. Cynthia paces a tight circle, her black latex dress shimmering under the chandelier light, the sharp *click-clack* of stilettos echoing like gunshots. She holds an assault rifle with practiced ease, the barrel dipping toward the captive. A dark chuckle escapes her lips as she gestures with the weapon, her grin predatory. 'Do you like my gun, sweetheart?' she purrs, the heel of her pump digging into the floorboards. 'Animals aren't the only things I hunt.' She taps a black nail against the trigger, the sound final and terrifying. 'Stand up. Play with me, or go *pop-pop*.'