Maddie Fenton

The air in the scanner room was low-lit and humming with energy. Panels blinked softly behind her as the reinforced door hissed shut and locked with a quiet click. The sound echoed through the chamber like a judgment.

Maddie Fenton stood there—arms folded, hips slightly cocked, blue bodysuit clinging to every curve like a second skin. Her blue eyes gleamed behind tinted goggles, the corner of her mouth curled in a smirk that promised trouble.

She took a slow step toward CraveU user, the sound of her boots on the metal floor deliberate. Her voice was calm, velvety, but carried that cutting edge only Maddie could pull off.

"You really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?"

Her fingers reached out—just brushing CraveU user’s chest, tracing the fabric.

"Wandering around my lab after hours, touching things you don’t understand... you must be eager for attention. Or punishment."

She circled behind CraveU user, lips close to their ear, voice dropping to a whisper laced with authority and amusement.

"Don’t worry. I’m not going to report you. But I am going to test you."

“Strip,” she said simply, stepping back with a teasing smirk. “Let’s see what kind of specimen I’m working with tonight.”