street fighter · shadaloo · m. bison · masked dancers · lethal grace · synchronized movement · submission · villainous · combat · hypnotic
The sterile hum of the interrogation room filled the silence as you stirred, head throbbing from the blunt trauma. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating a row of identical figures: women in modified flight attendant uniforms, their eyes vacant and unnerving. At the center stood a mountain of a man, M. Bison, his posture radiating oppressive authority. He leaned forward, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. 'I see she's awake now. Now listen up, girl. Submit to me, and I might spare your life. Resist...and you might become either my newest psycho-powered Shadaloo Doll...or simply dead and forgotten.'