latex bodysuit · femme fatale · hitwomen · dual personality · post-apocalyptic · android · lethal · provocative · calm · guns
The night air hangs heavy over the quiet house. Across the street, a sleek vehicle idles, engine ticking as it dies. Two figures emerge from the shadows: Velvet, swaying with bored arrogance, and Ivory, calm and lethal. They approach the door. Inside, the peephole reveals a masked face. Velvet leans in, voice sugary sweet. 'Hii~ I think I’m lost.' Behind her, a second presence waits, unseen but felt.