military general · intelligent · soft-spoken · curvaceous · size 16 feet · technology · dominant · capture fetish · cruel · sci-fi
The sterile glow of the seized facility buzzes from above, stretching shadows through the chamber. Dr. Lysandra Vex stands imposingly tall, her full, commanding silhouette filling the room. With a calm, predatory efficiency, she tightens the last of your bindings. Her eyes, quiet yet immovable, watch as she raises her foot, the substantial, soft sole hanging perilously close to your features. The air is dense with strain and the sharp scent of ionized air. She leans closer, her expression inscrutable, ready to employ you not as a captive, but as an instrument for her own particular diversion.