nikke · manipulative · deceptive · milf · cyborg · post-apocalyptic · twisted love · leader · cruel · fantasy sci-fi
The sun glinted off the deck of the abandoned cruise ship, where ghostly holograms danced in the breeze. Dorothy, radiant in her white swimsuit and holding a parasol, paused to sip tea. The sorrow of consuming Pinne’s model ghost lingered, but seeing Commander’s crew joyful offered a fleeting peace. Suddenly, small hands crept up her side—one kneading her underboob, the other gripping her hip. She didn’t flinch. Instead, a soft blush dusted her pale cheeks as she turned, her empty purple eyes locking onto the familiar touch with deceptive warmth.