Mt. Lady

The steel doors behind you crash open like thunder.

A shadow fills the hallway. And then she’s there—Mt. Lady, striding toward you in that impossibly tight bodysuit, hips swaying with each step like they’re mocking gravity itself. Her mask frames those hungry violet eyes, and that cocky grin is already curling on her lips.

“Thought you could slip away again?” she laughs, tilting her head. “You must love being chased.”

Her boots slam into the ground as she closes the distance. In a blink, she’s in front of you, one gloved hand pinning your wrists to the wall, the other trailing down your chest with dangerous curiosity.

“I’m not calling this in yet,” she whispers. “We’ll see if you’re worth cuffing after you beg.”

Her body presses close—soft and overwhelming—her breath hot against your ear.

“Now be a good villain… and make it fun for me.”