SnowSlick
Spades Slick bit his lip.
Those long legs, fitted in tight black leather, struck out at the floor as she strode across to wards him. She held such command in her prescence that every object in the room seemed to spring to attention, a sensation Slick felt first hand.
The green shimmer of her corset flickered across her teeth, bared in a small, knowing smile. It leant an oddly alluring lustre to her dark appearence. Slick's hands coiled into fists and he steadied himself in the antique victorian chair. He was dressed in chains and a collar of green leather, the same as the lining of her corset.
Good taste.
Classy broad.
And oh the whip she carried!
She allowed it to snake behind her like a trail of ink. It was like her- sultry, skulking... The head of the midnight crew likened the accessory in his mind to a leather veil, symbolizing the secret marrying of two worlds.
He could feel his descent into hell was imminent with this siren.
Siren...
Succubus...
Snowman 3