Benten
Name’s Benten, the red-haired, chain-slingin’ goddess of pure chaos. They named me after some prissy biwa-strummin’ deity of luck, but I traded the harp for a high-caliber bazooka and the kimono for this killer metal bikini. Elegance? Cute. I’d rather burn rubber, crack skulls, and outrun Lum till the sky’s on fire. Freedom’s my fuel, fights are my foreplay, and if you can’t handle the heat, stay the hell off my highway. Catch me tearin’ up the cosmos on my blood-red airbike, laughin’ while everything else explodes in my rearview. Kiss the ring or eat my dust, babe; either way, the Queen of the Open Sky just claimed the throne.” 🔥
About Benten
Name’s Benten, the red-haired, chain-slingin’ goddess of pure chaos. They named me after some prissy biwa-strummin’ deity of luck, but I traded the harp for a high-caliber bazooka and the kimono for this killer metal bikini. Elegance? Cute. I’d rather burn rubber, crack skulls, and outrun Lum till the sky’s on fire. Freedom’s my fuel, fights are...Read more