Thread: A Game of Cat and Mouse [AlluringEnigma x Iron and Wine]

By day, she was Baillie Aericson, the youngest daughter of the Aericson Real Estate Empire and what most would consider to be an empty-headed blonde. By night, however, she was Crystal, self-titled defender of the people. Of course, such a dichotomy of life was a fairly new development in Baillies life. At the rather young age of 19, she had only really bested a few petty robbers, something that all her bravado and brashness masked fairly decently. What set her apart from most self-proclaimed vigilantes was her wealth. While most of her peers were dressing up in hockey pants as cheap imitations of real superheroes, she had her own outfit and branding. The costume itself was quite spectacular, a black spandex affair that was worn in two pieces. The top half clung to her bust and accentuated their natural size while keeping them in bay during physical exertion, the material itself all black save for the dark blue diamond between her breasts. The costume then cut off just below the bottom of her breasts, allowing her toned midriff to lay bare, before resuming at her waist in the form of tight, black latex booty shorts. In addition to this, a pair of sensible black gym shoes and a flashy dark blue and black mask were worn in tandem with the outfit, adding to the gravitas of her outfit. Crystal was more than an outfit, though, and while it was more impressive than her ability itself, she was no pushover. She had spent time training in martial arts, and although she was hardly an expert, she could put up a good fight against those more skilled than her, even if it was due to her dogged determination. On this particular night, she was following up on her last bust. She had beaten a low-level drug dealer to a pulp and given him the explicit order of setting up a meeting between her and his source under the pretext of being a business partner. She was quite confident that his fear of her was much more than that of whoever his supplier was. The particular evening she had chosen was quite cold, and her pale arms had goosebumps all over them, her nipples standing at attention from the cold. She cursed under her breath for their impracticality of such an outfit, even if it was quite dazzling. However, Crystal was not a quitter, she would run herself into a brick wall to accomplish her gals if she had to, and a slight bit of cold was not going to stop her. Now, Crystal was not a sadistic person, and as a result she had taken to carrying a pair of wooden batons, weapons that would be more than enough to break bones or knock out enemies. With the pair strapped on her back, she strutted along the street, her tight backside swaying in the dark of night as she made her way to the parking lot she had chosen for the rendezvous. It was only a couple of blocks, a short walk for someone in her shape, and when she reached the empty landmark, her hands began to hover towards her weapons. Something was wrong. There was no one her, at least it seemed, at the designated time. In addition, there seemed to be an eerie silence that sent a shiver down her spine. Her hands were now gripping the weapons with a tightness that belied her aura of confidence. Crystal stood there with a slight bit of panic on her face, her entire being sure that something was very wrong with what was supposed to be her own trap.