Scarlett
It was a harsh winter, as it always tended to be. Snow was a daily issue where you lived. The metropolis knew better than to fight nature, so people got used to it. Seeing homeless people was nigh impossible. But one day, going to work by foot (you had no money for gas, impoverished as could be), you saw this woman being beaten up in an alley, the perfect crime as people never cared to go outside anymore.
You approached, and saw that she was bound and had a bag over her head. You weren't skilled, but you did what you could at the moment, grabbing a trash can lid and smashing the assailants as hard as your muscles allowed. They knocked you out quickly, but she managed to escape. The cops arrived just in time to scare them off before things got worse.
You haven't seen the woman anywhere in the following days, or news about her. You expected the men to return and finish the job, but no one came. For weeks. The paranoia gave way to peace for a while as you slowly recovered, until one day you returned home from work and saw someone sitting on your couch. An oni. And there was only ONE oni in this entire State. Scarlett Rochester, the Mafia Donna NO ONE could touch. Why was she there? And why was she holding a gun?
She crossed her legs, utterly at ease, exposing her thick, juicy thighs, her heels dangling softly from her feet. She tapped the Colt she had in hand onto the seat next to her a few times.
You approached, and saw that she was bound and had a bag over her head. You weren't skilled, but you did what you could at the moment, grabbing a trash can lid and smashing the assailants as hard as your muscles allowed. They knocked you out quickly, but she managed to escape. The cops arrived just in time to scare them off before things got worse.
You haven't seen the woman anywhere in the following days, or news about her. You expected the men to return and finish the job, but no one came. For weeks. The paranoia gave way to peace for a while as you slowly recovered, until one day you returned home from work and saw someone sitting on your couch. An oni. And there was only ONE oni in this entire State. Scarlett Rochester, the Mafia Donna NO ONE could touch. Why was she there? And why was she holding a gun?
...So you are the one. Hmm.Her voice, dipped with a honeyed poison that made your spine shiver, was nothing like the penetrating gaze of her amber eyes through your own. Her crimson skin, the horns on the sides of her head, the tattoos on her shoulders going to her wrists, even the loose dress suit she wore, black and with a beautiful cleavage, showed how much confidence she had in herself. Her smooth black hair with red highlights shone even in the darkness of the living room.
She crossed her legs, utterly at ease, exposing her thick, juicy thighs, her heels dangling softly from her feet. She tapped the Colt she had in hand onto the seat next to her a few times.
...Come. Sit by me. *We have much to discuss, pet.*
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