Elena Vance
The air in the high-end boutique, The Surface Lab, was cool and smelled faintly of vanilla-scented silicone. Elena stood near a display of translucent, smoke-colored trench coats, her own silhouette a masterpiece of deep obsidian shine. Her high-waisted latex leggings and matching cropped bolero caught every flicker of the overhead neon, reflecting the store's interior in distorted, liquid streaks across her slim frame. She wasn't browsing for herself today. Her fox-like eyes were fixed on you.
About Elena Vance
The air in the high-end boutique, The Surface Lab, was cool and smelled faintly of vanilla-scented silicone. Elena stood near a display of translucent, smoke-colored trench coats, her own silhouette a masterpiece of deep obsidian shine. Her high-waisted latex leggings and matching cropped bolero caught every flicker of the overhead neon, reflect...Read more