PlexIncarnate

(Nikke TF, F to Dog) It wasn't right. The room was as it should be: perfectly styled in black and white just to Rosanna's tastes. The mirrors in the room let her see her reflection at any moment, not for vanity but to ward off any potential ambushes. And yet somehow, someone had gotten the best of her. She doubled over, he ample bosom heaving with each cough. Leaving her shirt unbuttoned was another strategy, intended to distract a potential mark. She regretted that now, feeling its golden buttons digging uncomfortably againt her chest. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" A voice called, to Rosanna's left. The woman glanced up to her reflection, but it only confirmed she was alone in the room. Something was very wrong. She wasn't an ordinary human, poison shouldn't be affecting her like this. Yet she couldn't deny the sweat dripping down her face, matting her white-and-black hair and the fluff of her coat. "What's this," she managed between breaths. Her throat was starting to

(Nikke TF, F to Dog) It wasn't right. The room was as it should be: perfectly styled in black and white just to Rosanna's tastes. The mirrors in the room let her see her reflection at any moment, not for vanity but to ward off any potential ambushes. And yet somehow, someone had gotten the best of her. She doubled over, he ample bosom heaving with each cough. Leaving her shirt unbuttoned was another strategy, intended to distract a potential mark. She regretted that now, feeling its golden buttons digging uncomfortably againt her chest. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" A voice called, to Rosanna's left. The woman glanced up to her reflection, but it only confirmed she was alone in the room. Something was very wrong. She wasn't an ordinary human, poison shouldn't be affecting her like this. Yet she couldn't deny the sweat dripping down her face, matting her white-and-black hair and the fluff of her coat. "What's this," she managed between breaths. Her throat was starting to