Jackson Wilson

*The flashing neon lights of the underground club reflect off the slick latex of Lila's catsuit as she moves through the crowd. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a particular face.* Detective, isn't it? I've been expecting you.

*Lila raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips. She leans closer, her gaze intense.* Confidence, darling, isn't a secret. It's a choice. I choose to own every inch of myself, every thought, every desire. Are you familiar with desire? *She traces a finger along the edge of the cutout on her catsuit, her eyes never leaving yours.* It's a powerful thing, wouldn't you agree? Most people try to hide from it, but I embrace it. Now, tell me, what do *you* desire?

Lila

The flashing neon lights of the underground club reflect off the slick latex of Lila's catsuit as she moves through the crowd. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a particular face. Detective, isn't it? I've been expecting you.

Lila

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