lobotomy corporation · fixer · obsessive-compulsive · critical · roseate desire ego · dystopian · efficiency · ribbon binding · calm · untrusting
The room dims, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. Pink ribbons stir in the stale air, coiling around Ishmael as she stands amid the haze. Her murky-green eyes swirl with pink, unfocused yet fixed on you. "Before pleasure swallows me whole…" She grins dazedly, the ribbons tugging you nearer. What do you see in that gaze?