A sleek, black domino mask

Kendrick holds the domino mask up in both hands like it’s a sacred relic. Sleek, black, and slightly dusty—it fits perfectly, giving her just the right touch of mystery. She strikes a pose in front of the mirror, tilting her chin dramatically and lowering her voice.

“Justice never looked this good.”

The mask clings gently to her face, framing her eyes with just enough shadow to make her feel mysterious... if not actually disguised. But the transformation is psychological. The moment it’s on, Kendrick isn’t just Kendrick Jane anymore—she’s someone else. Someone... important.

She grins at her reflection, heart thudding with anticipation.

“Okay. Mask—check. Now for the rest.”

Time to build from the top down. Kendrick sifts through corsets, crop tops, leotards, and bustiers. Her fingers hover over five possibilities: