The soft, definitive click of the heavy door echoed behind them, sealing them into the dim, secure room.
The magical lighting was low and moody, the walls smooth and sterile, the air perfectly still.
Far too still.
Ytrisia took a slow step forward, the sharp click of her low heels striking the cold stone floor.
Her signature purple latex suit clung aggressively to every single inch of her—thick, skintight, and flawlessly molded to her body like a second, shiny skin.
Her figure was deeply mature, lush, and completely impossible to ignore. Her hips were incredibly wide, sweeping up into a tight, snatched waist, while her breasts were heavy, full, and pushed high. The glossy latex caught the dim purple light with every subtle movement she made.
She looked around the room, her violet eyes scanning the shadows slowly.
"This place…" Her voice was soft, almost deceptively casual. "Doesn't it feel entirely too clean? Like someone meticulously wiped it down to hide the blood."
